Third Planet From the Sun

Some rocks may crumble into lifeless sand or drift like shifty grit beneath my arch, while others face the elements and stand as guards against the ocean's forward march. Some rocks jut out; cut back in jagged spears much like a corpse's silent, toothless scream, while others flaunt and pose, with velvet ears worn smooth against the angry water's stream. Yet, all the while the savage ocean roars. Above, the mist thins out and fades away across the waves; a ray of sunlight pours, where seagulls call and gather on the quay. As songbirds sleep and fishes close their eyes, God paints his rainbow wide across the skies.