The beat

Driven by the wind,

waves pound the shore

like clockwork.

Seabirds

wheel, swoop, and glide.

Rocky outcrop

site of water fountains

surging into the air.

The sun and clouds 

collaborate to create

a glow

that highlights

the glory on display.

This wonder, this grace

isn’t for me,  

it is for itself.

The grace of life

What is my response?

Appreciation and wonder?

Apathy?

Or some kind of valuation?

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