The sea beckoned so we reckon, why not walk ’til the sun had set in?
Clear and calm, the skies so soothed, bound to lift the most beguiled mood.
I climbed and climbed and turned a corner, each descent a real bod burner.
The lull of windwashed shores, bound to none, continued on their unspoken run.
We stared deep and far, into those fires, ablaze with hues adorned to admire.