Beautiful sight

Along the coast where I walk,

I feel the cut of a icy blast

Whilst looking out over a sea so vast,

Boats scattered here and there at rest

Bob up and down on the waves crests,

I see the Needles clear off the isle of wight

Above grey clouds but some illuminated by light,

Resonating luminescent and divinely white

No matter the weather, man, it’s a beautiful sight.