Ocean's Glory

Climbing o’er the jagged rocks reddened by the setting Sun Still the mellow roar went on cadenced by a crashing one Roaring on the rocks below, the barnacled and musseled throw A carpet of surprise, the water rushing down in waterfalls Flashing in the sparkling sun the seagull sails with shrieking calls Glowing amber sunset, the reddened waves reflect the light Fashioned like some precious gems racing toward the night The spectacle the ocean bears Its strength and glory can’t compare To anything we find on land Or things we built with our own hand The glory of the living sea Will always be a mystery