It is wonderful, magical
A whole new world,
staring intently at my face,
searching me for a sign of emotion.
I erupt into a look of utter amazement and joy.
The face staring back at me smiles too,
The smile belongs to the view,
The everlasting smile of the stunning sight at the top of Bishop and Clerk.
The magnificent time of the day
When bright colours light up the sky in a zooming dash across the horizon,
chasing after the setting sun.
Soft clouds drift gently in their high up homes,
Looking almost artificial
as the bright pink colours light them up,
an orange crayon colouring in paper clouds
The Maria Island sunset is one envied by many,
for it is spectacular and beautifully unique.
So clear, so fine,
flowing swiftly and gently
up to the crystal white sand.
Out far far away from the shore,
small black shapes rise up to the surface of the water,
in a flash they are back down again,
unseeable below the ripples disturbing the clear calm water
silhouettes of rock and seaweed
hovering below them.
Trees reaching to the sky with their thin white branches
the whispering wind slowly sifting through them
quietly telling them secrets in a language no-one knows.
The far-off sounds of birdsong, ringing through the forest
enchanting the creatures on their daily tasks
mixing harmoniously with the rustling trees,
A forest band playing forest songs,
the melody well known on Maria Island.