The World is Speaking(Seashells)
An open canvas.
One who shines resplendently.
And the seashells
I sit here, surrounded by beauty. I gaze upon the Horizon as the ground beneath warmly embraces me. My senses are indulged in a blast of color as the sun begins to depart. As He departs, He leaves me with a farewell gift. He benevolently shines his rays upon the horizon, He reminds me that I am loved.
The sky is in confliction, as a companion begins to depart. It glows with uncertain oranges, joyful yellows, and beckoning pinks that attempt to call the sun back to it's home. As the Horizon distresses over the departure of a loved one, it reveals the meaning of true beauty. Like a painting, the sky allows me to savor in a plethora of colors
It's conveying it's emotion.
The Ocean whispers and roars all at once as it carries the thoughts and feelings of the sky in the distance at