Teen Ink

   At dawn, along the briny, seashore

Blow the melodious hymns of wind past sails.

While the gulls commence their waking flight

Crying out through the misty morning's veil.



shore and sea, the whistling bout of wind

gusty, wanes loud as grey clouds dot the sky.

The falling raindrops chatter on the sea,

voicing their staccato reply.



A tidal wave crashes spewing about

The eroding spray upon jagged rocks.

The bows of boats once setting high above

Come crashing down on the wooden docks.



Rain ceases; the sun creeps slowly out.

A rainbow adorns the blue sky above.