Perfection

I would like to describe perfection
Not the perfection of a person or people, but of life
Tiny, irregular grains coming together
Forming a whole object, a whole world.
I would like to describe perfection
The gentle violence of night overtaking day
Of waves beating sand into submission
An otter cracking open a clam Seagulls laugh and gently rolling foam
Tall wispy trees against dry sandy heat
Bending without the aid of wind desperate to break free and breathe
The oceans speech, the stories she tells
Tales of life and death, a song of eternity
Always heard, listened to and understood
No quiet murmurs pass her lips
Only sorrowful wails and rejoicing screams
Light succumbs to the dark pinks, purples, oranges and blues
Worshiping the sun and bowing to the moon
Color shroud clouds falling into the deep gray blue
The foghorns howl demanding obedience
Crashing waves, continuous motion Perfection.

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