Etched

Etched - - - - - It was a beautiful scene Tinged with evening hues Along the cool sequestered seashore My soul wished to stray, See and feel a little more Winds, waves, sea and sands And the glory of the setting sun Incessant lashing of little waves Plashing in and out Bringing smell salty and crusty For long and in loneliness And on the horizon, a ship Spreading his banner sailing away And disappearing out of sight And the setting sun strikingly picturesque Going down and down Where unknown May be unto his abode down the ocean For a good night's rest After the day is done As I was watching The Nature's grand event Everything around, in my memory Getting weaved and etched Forever as a treasure of rarity God's perfect beauty A superb handiwork Drawing me closer to divinity......