Where the Waves Collide

In the whistling wind, tales are spun

Where the waves collide, kissed by the sun.

Breathing life into the rhythm of the tide,

Residing in beauty nature can't hide.

Rocks below the surface roar,

Where swells ascend to meet the shore.

Opaque and vibrant in their dance,

Rising, fading, in their liminal trance.

Beneath the sky's expansive fold,

Where waves collide in emerald hold.

Golden lace landscapes woven fine,

Heathery headlands mark the time.

Rising up from depths unknown,

Fading back where waves are sown.

Breathing life into the land,

Residing in the ocean's hand.

Glistens in the ocean's deep,

Where light and colour softly creep.

Blending shades with gentle hand,

In the Western Sea, where dreams expand.

-- Rachel Birse