Quiescent activity of the waves

Slumbering on the shore

Line out of blue distinguishing

 Various hues, displaying the quest of maintaining lore

The farthest I can see, panorama devoid of light

The more I try to capture the hordes alight

The deeper the screen shows, no flakes bright

Adamant nature, determined not to be imprisoned

Not even a seagull next to me in flight

Green bottles, debris left on the sand

Artistic pleasure that soothes mind

The waves rattle, calamity of the floor

Takes bottles with them, wherever goes

Once more I tried to capture the scene

To confine the bluntness of the waves wield

Obstinacy comes again, in between the field

Seems the line has established conspiracy, sky and sea

Both have become one, to make me feel defeat

Seashells on the sand, I contend to find one

Was closed to create, a natural pearl

Feared, what if the pearl has been semi finished

Upon opening it would slam, would cry and diminish

Dropped the shell, a new glimpse at line

Relinquished my miniature, in front of time

Let horizon, enjoy the combine

Nature uninterrupted let artistic saline

To cherish nature as it comes its way

As long as the horizon stay…