The cries of seagulls

Loud and shrill,

Echo through the place

Where sea and land doth mill.

Crests of white foam

Rise and break,

O'er rocks that wait

For blue-green water to overtake.

Great spurts of water

Leap high,

Crashing against the shore

In playfulness scarce shy.

Pink and crimson stain

These blue-green waters

With simple majesty's reign

Only to be seen by the gulls.