By Anita Srinivasan Kumar
The morning mist is scented,
And the surf is breaking on the shore;
The cliffs are towering into the sky,
The seagulls flap their wings and soar.
The golden sand teems with life,
Wave after wave washes galore;
Silver fish are shimmering and dancing,
And the seagulls dive to have some more.
The sun is playing hide and seek,
The thunder gives a resounding roar;
Lightning strikes the distant horizon
Cats and dogs, the rain will pour.
The sky is turning grey and dull,
The boats are turning back ashore;
The castle looks so old and bleak,
Steeped in its ancient mystic lore.
The droplets fall from the melting sky,
The gulls are craving an encore;
The wind is turning cold and rough,
Leaving me a little sore.
A lonely gull is perched on a cliff,
No partner for her to love and adore;
My heart is sinking like my feet,
Craving the sights and days of yore.
Seagull, take me far and yonder,
Take me to the fairy's door;
The boatman left me all alone
Amidst a storm, without an oar.
The morning mist was scented,
And the surf was breaking on the shore;
How was all that circumvented?
What else does nature have in store?
My plea to the Power Divine
Let there be suffering now no more;
Bestow Thy blessing upon us all,
And let nature nurture like before.