I was imagining a western coast of Europe in this one -
there's a craggy coast
on the other side of the sea
where peaceful sunsets
meet rising rocks
and splashing water upon the lea
as every day the sun unfurls
to wind its way
upon this part of the world
where the sounds of surf
God put into place
are never taken
from its embrace
whether tinted red
or hues of blue
it comes round same
it comes round true
tainted not by mans desires
so truth may be seen
in the sunsets fires
