The Splendour of Sylt By Satis Shroff

The SPLENDOR OF SYLT (Satis Shroff) SYLT AT DAWN (Satis Shroff) You hear the waves As they splash onto the shore. You haven't opened your eyes, But you discern the cries of sea gulls, As you slowly let the sunlight Into your eyes. Ah, the reassuring rays caress your face, As you proceed to the balcony, Stretch yourself And let out cha-cha-cha, Pa-pa-pa sounds between your teeth, That you've learned While singing in your choir. A seagull with a fish in its beak Flutters by. All white and airborne, Twinkling on a blue sky. Out in the horizon, A turquoise blue trawler chugs by. * * *