I stood by the murky swamp, my hands brushing against the leaning reeds and the rugged rock that stands firm. The welcoming attendants greeted me with smiles, as the bright sunlight lit up the whole scene.
When the deep blue gale whips the shore, a seabird cries softly, its tiny beak stained with the faint red of life’s raw edge, a quiet hum amid the roar of the wild.,