Waves crack upon the shore like cannons firing,
Silhouettes of seagulls against pale horizon.
Early morning sky melts from dark to blue,
Last sentinel stars disappear from view.
Crescent moon looks east, heralds greater light,
Distant, fiery clouds first display its might.
Ocean vast and still sparkles all around,
Then burning, golden light shatters through the clouds.
Creation all about bursts with reddish glow,
Morning putting on another glorious show.
A shining path reflects out to the sun,
In wonder I just watch and praise the creating one.
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