Morning Cove
When the rising sun burns through the morns haze
You have to be in awe as we witness another day
To view these vista's makes you glad to be free
If you see what I see you would want to be me
It's like an artist's palette watching rainbows rising
No matter her morns it's always surprising
Blues to choose, dark royal and pale
The horizon of all three, to into you'd sail
The crashing waves like symbols and kettle drums
Go waist deep into their world and try to outrun
As I turn three sixty and marvel at nature's shapes
Especially the palm trees and their distinctive drapes
And all this I view walking across golden sands
In a land that was looked after as it was planned
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