Standing at a point,
two islands in distant view,
white caps constantly breaking,
waves of water that are pretty green blue.
Over the millenia,
there's endless erosion across the rocks' faces,
etched by a maritime flow,
that the tide places,
While the sky is cloudy,
with patches of dark gray hues,
the green algae clings,
to crusty weathered rock spaces.
Marine water whips,
around the islands littorals,
a frothy seawater fills the bay,
on that seashore An Ocean Away.