A Trustworthy Guardian

A lighthouse stands lofty, tall and straight, erect in its stark simplicity. Its light beams out across the waves, rotating, warning all who come too near that the face of death, here, rears its ugly head. With breakers crashing onto the rocks around its base, and the spray lifting forty feet or more, one feels the force of the water as it plunges back again into the surging foam. This beacon is a constant emission, a guiding light to all who venture out upon the sea in all kinds of vessels. Its light pierces the darkness, unrelenting in its gyration, sending a signal to forewarn. A vigilant and trustworthy guardian, and an assuagement, for all those mariners who are ocean bound.