Sunset On Bodega Bay Poem by Jack Worthington

Arriving just in time, I dropp down the hill to the bay below
I watch the pines brace themselves from the sea, looking away to the land
Wave upon wave thrusts against stone upon God's command, turning them to sand
The pines have chosen mortality, acting more like weeping willows.

Gentle winds of the sea, day by day, turned the pines away
Crouching, appearing to whine and wail, as if they lost their dignity
If only they had stood against the wind, looking towards the bay
Then they would know what they are missing, a glimpse of infinity.

Perhaps seeing this sight endless times before, it's beauty now pains them
Or feeling unworthy in the presence of infinity, they feel humble
Like a sinner, repenting, turning away from the sight of God
More likely, they were just lazy, resting their heads on foggy pillows.