Island Beauty
written by: Mike Ricketts
The Sun was burning ever so bright, glinting on the turquoise sea.
The waves, they gently lap against the well-worn sandy shores.
That grain of sand was a rock high up on the mountainside,
But battered and worn and beaten down by the ever-pressing rhythm of the waves.
There doesn’t seem to be a tide here, not a ripple in the sea,
As the sun glints on its turquoise form, occasionally broken by the fish’s playful leap.
Sitting by the water’s edge in an idyllic restaurant setting,
Thoughtful, contemplative, with a great sense of accomplishment.
I gaze at the distant mountain range, honed and cut out of the rough rock face,
Overlooking the Grecian paradise, naturally shaped by gods’ own intervention.
One god or many, Greek gods so that we, down through the ages,
Are humbled by its sheer beauty. Water, trees, sand, and rock,
Come together with the help of the birds, eating the fruit of the tree and flying around,
Planting seeds through their pleasant deposits in the ground.
Sun, mist, and rain help bring about a Grecian paradise.
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