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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-9.php