The Cliffs(Revised)

The Cliffs High tide brings death to those trapped on the rocky beach. The steep and sharp cliff harbors beauty and certain destruction, A history of demise for ship and soul has been told through the legends Of folk lore, it is said that the waves lull a man into hypnotic serenity. Peace and safety sweep over a mind and then the cliffs have their game. The lonesome call of the dolphin and shore birds beckon me... Return to the cliffs, find your true passion of life; you are safe here. Come you weary, find your rest and contentment... The waves spray a fine sea mist into the air; the air seems cleaner and fresher Than any other place on earth. Sea creatures roam freely, across the sand unafraid of my human presence in their domain. Waiting for the chance of a decomposing meal offered by the cliffs violent beating on my person. The cliff is the mother of the shoreline, protecting her creatures and providing the meals. The brave play games, tempting the cliffs with their very lives. I will walk away today, choosing to respect the cliffs power and the legends lore.