Stand at the crest where ocean meets land,

The sand so soft and moist gives way to your weight,

Gentle waves crash at the beach and splash against your legs, as a cool, salty breeze runs through your body,

The sun, setting its mighty body, lowers ever so slightly,

You stand, watching the spectacle as the sun's orange glow transforms the sky,

Red and pink flaunt with each other while orange and yellow intertwine,

What was once a clear blue sky is now a collection of spectacular color,

Animals notice as well,

Flocks of seagulls fly by while a group of pelicans meet at a gathering spot,

They squak, praising the sun,

Dolphins, so playful, jump to try and get a glimpse of the changing color,

Underwater, as the light fades, the glow of an amazing aurora lights up for the aquatic life,

The surface water glows a turquoise blue with a rainbow of reds and pinks and oranges,

They all dance and twirl for the coming of the sunset,

No danger exists, no not in this hour,

You stand at that crest, still, as the sun peeks over the horizon, oblivious to the underwater celebration,

With a gentle wave, the sun disappears,

The celebration has ended and life has returned,

But a new ritual looms; the coming of the moon