Morning sun rise slowly at the end of the night Gulls are circling high in the orange skies Gannets swooping down on receding tides rainbow crested breeze holds shimmering light feel the inward glow of hope renewed melancholic call of the Geese once more from high above you can see the ocean floor drawn into natures world with deep gratitude under the golden chord of those piercing eyes little birds sing shrilly from tender throats dewy banks, the preserve of Mountain Goats joyful Larks ascending to paradise skies the undertow casts it's pebbles on the shore bleating wool calls Spinners hand back to the toil awakened grass sways in the peaty soil children's laughter floats on the air once more. Primroses When the seaweed grabs up all the sand when driftwood cant find a place to land Primroses abound in all their glory when the blossoms not sure when to fall when the Skylark sings a confused call Primroses have an open story when a late...