In my place of peace,
waves rush and recede
revolve in mesmerising patterns
against blue
against black
against white
We too are overlay
in our spaces
Here where cliffs and boulders stand
while waters churns incessantly
white flowers bloom perfectly
Our earth is ancient
whispering of power
we cannot begin to comprehend
but if we just each do our part
the one we were created for
Beauty will glow even in turmoil
All will be well
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