Mother Nature's Labor of Love
There was gray
Churning sea today,
Rough and angry looking.
A salty wind blowing,
Shiftless sands of time,
Slowly, slipping away.
After passing scattered cottages
And sandy marshes,
I saw from a cliff
The open waters...
Stern and cross...
A rock-bound coast,
Gray, jutting rocks...
Waves pounding
The ocean shores.
At the close of day,
Things bring despair,
Things bring deep care...
Rocks on the trails of life.
You have to climb the mountain
To appreciate the view.
Travel along where,
White fleecy clouds form.
Churning sea today,
Rough and angry looking.
A salty wind blowing,
Shiftless sands of time,
Slowly, slipping away.
After passing scattered cottages
And sandy marshes,
I saw from a cliff
The open waters...
Stern and cross...
A rock-bound coast,
Gray, jutting rocks...
Waves pounding
The ocean shores.
At the close of day,
Things bring despair,
Things bring deep care...
Rocks on the trails of life.
You have to climb the mountain
To appreciate the view.
Travel along where,
White fleecy clouds form.
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