The water sparkles with dots of light.
Glowing yellows and gentle blues,
Greens and whites.
Ships bob, bare
Of sail
Waiting to fly.
Masts rise above
All else
A line from the sea to the sky.
A tan beach, speckled with brown
Paves a road
Into the distance
Where a lighthouse sits
A commander
Bright even in daylight
A beacon to the surrounding world.
An island reaches
Toward the light.
The rock of all sorts
Of colors,
From shining yellow,
To purple and blue and red,
Lined with that same pure sand
As the opposite shore.
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