The roar

The roar, the roar,
the pounding of the waves upon the shore.
The rise, the fall,
the white horses so beautiful at the top of the waves,
both large and small,
and the roar, the roar as the waves crash down,
upon the sand and the shore,
oh, I hope they do, forevermore,
because how beautiful it is here amongst the seaweed,
and whilst breathing in the sea air,
in the light, how bright is the sight,
that dances across your eyes,
because it inspires you,
and fills your imagination with such delight,
that I could quite happily be here,
until the end of time, I am sure.