The wagered sea upon the shore
Surrounds the sunkissed mass
Of gleaming mica and silver shells
Too awesome to surpass.
To the west the sun goes down
In glorious array,
And in the distance a white-tailed eru
Is soaring across the bay.
The warming breeze of salty mist
Is blowing through the trees,
How can they overlook Love's hand
With wonders such as those?