A Landbound View
They spiral to life in river blue,
And squall together green.
They run as partners into white,
Into beauties never seen.
Red, they are not,
And pink, they’d never stay.
Yet to some dull and uninspired eye,
They’d be mistaken grey.
They flow together in midday,
And crash awake at night.
They laze together in the morning,
And twinkle away at twilight.
The Sun is not their master,
They never heed his light,
But for the fair and fickle moon,
They’d work with all their might.
They never sleep, nor hide away.
They’re there for all to see.
In brightest day and darkest night,They’re a spectacular sight to sea.