Nature’s Fine Art Poem by Walterrean Salley

It appears to be late evening
As the gulls soar above.

An ocean of blue
With white-foam waves, churning
And crashing against the huge, dark rocks.

The yellow path of the sun
Shimmers in the motion of the waves,
as it makes its way across
The deep blue sea.

The white, blue and yellow of the sea
Blend with that of the sky.

The rhythm of the waves
Is felt in the soul, which is moved by the
Awesomeness Of the beauty witnessed.
Nature’s fine art.
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