An enigma, so delicate facing the sky,
The way the sun shines off to the right,
Illuminating everything in our sight.

As if the ocean is the only reflection,
And we can only view this in person,
Just this once, this one time, in unison.

The shame of it all is that it has to end,
All we can do is take pride in seeing it begin,
And watch it as it fades away again.

A photo cannot do this image justice,
No, this is something physically appreciated,
This crescendo isn't to be painted.

Listen as the strings lift it up and crash,
The madness is in the man's hands,
He is controlling this concerto of the grand.

Reach out and feel the vibrations,
Feel the rhythm as it hits the ceiling,
Even the clouds gather for his unspeakable imagination.

As he calms the choir with flair,
And gently quiets the strings,
He looks above and sees everything.

Mother Nature!

(((((fear)))))

Mother Nature, a grand orchestra indeed.

Thank you all, and (((2KidsMom))).

And another for good measure, madame.

all that magnificence, and the right to enjoy it
is relative to our ability to, listen. :) beautiful fear!

This was a picture well painted and relayed, thank you

Magnificent indeed, bastet...Thank you, and you as well shroom. Much appreciated.