The sea is like a lion
On this winter windy day
Sweeping away your worries
With its roar and power
It protects with tidal talons

You are engaging with natures force
With its cruel beauty
With its unpredictable moody tides
You are in awe of strength
Breath in the salt filled air

You sense danger
But you are not afraid
You sense the driving cold
But you are not cold
You feel alive

The sea constantly wrestles with the hard rocks
Spitting their salty sand filled blood
High and then low over the wet dry canvas
As gulls shriek and the sea catches its breath
Prepares its next erosive attack

It is all inevitable
It is nature’s outer circle of life
Time passes in its simplicity
In it’s beauty, power and difference
Reassuring us, in its state of being