Watched, wind, wavelettes and wild flowers Waves, no, rather riplettes, Swish onto white sandy shore, A hush, barely a murmor, Then receding to sea once more. Yet the sea scape intrigues, Dark blue of the channels deep, Bright turquoise in the shallows Where silica returns the suns rays. But as I dream, drinking the view, I sense dark eyes are watching. Every move noted,every thought assessed, Who is this that has entered paradise? Ah, 'tis one who loves the sea, One who loves creation's splendour, One who shoots only with lense, Recording in image the glory of life. Those eyes have reason to question, For they have witnessed man's relentless intrusion. Tall towers with rotating blades that mame, Erected to provide electric power? Who needs that? For they can fly, Yes hundreds of miles thay rove,
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