Clouds reflected in a strangely still sea
The sky gathering from the sea, bringing water into its embrace
It is hard to fathom any footstep ever being tread here
Seeking and searching a soul-satisfying meal
Proud pines tower before angry skies. Whilst driftwood sits silently, forlorn and forgotten.
Toi toi brush their feathers against a canvas of azure sky
Where ripples of sienna sand meet peachy clouds, magic is not far away
A solitary shell nestles deeper into the comfort of silky sand