Motion

Shifting sands caressing winds rolling waves holding hands
Spectating accumulation of all nature’s crafty plans
Sea breezes spraying geysers misting observable water praying
Listening carefully hark what the carefree mother ocean is saying

Cauldrons of motion
An ever breaking salty potion
Gulls and swifts bring lofty commotion
Horizons fall and rise on tides of devotion

Bright star glares poking lens flairs
Scorching heat sand burning rough feet
Pungent sea growth but sweet breeze
Enough stimulation for bowed heads and bent knees

Delving into deep developments
Altering the living consequence
For all the glory and its eloquence
This is how it ends