seascape

Seascape.

The sea lay tranquil under the blue sky, she ebbed gently to and fro, stirred by the current, which was pulled by the moon. The waves broke gently on the beach, as the white and black seagulls circled overhead, in search of food.

The sea was green and blue and wild. It as an untamed entity, which rolled ever onwards to the shore. Out in the expanse of water the waves rose high and mighty, and then fell away, only to rise again, as the sea rolled on. The waters ebbed and flowed, to and fro, with a life of its own.

An eternity the waters rolled on powerfully against each other, and the mighty sea lived on. The water never rested, but was ever alive, and moving. It moved as the life that was within its confines moved, and breathed. Sometimes the mist would rise up from the surface, and cast the water in a dense veil of fog. The sun would pull the water up in to the air, and gradually the mist bank would disappear. The sea would be as it was before, living in tranquil harmony with itself.

Often the clouds would build up over the sea, growing in density, from gray to black. They would rumble and roll high above the waves, and the sea would grow rough. The clouds would rumble, heavily laden with water, until they broke and cast their load of rain out on the sea. Lighting flashed overhead and the thunder roared, as the heavens tore open, and the rain came down.

The storm would rage on unabated for hours, as the heavy rains came down, and the drops splashed into the sea. The wind would sweep with force across the waves and the dark sky. The rain poured down from the dark clouds above, the lighting flashed across the heavens, and the thunder rumbled loudly with agreement. The rain fell and poured in huge volumes over the expanse of water, and the sea rose and fell with glorious power and majesty.

After a long time of drenching rains, the clouds would abate, and move on. The skies would clear, and the sun would shine brightly overhead once more. The sea would return to calm, and the water would sway gently to and fro once more. The wind became more gentle, and stirred the waves in the silence. The birds would return to the skies, and sweep graciously over the water in the beautiful blue sky.

And so the sea rolled on for ages untold, changeless. The waters ebbed to and fro, alive with never ceasing, never-ending, movement. Alive with a being of its own. A living, moving force. The waters stirred continually, and never stopped moving with rhythm of the universe. The blue waves rolled on.

And the sea was blue, and black, and green, as the waves rose and fell, and rolled on eternally. Gently they broke onto the white sandy beaches, as the seagulls soared and squawked in the sky.

The End.

JP Brown ' 02/05/2006.