Ray of Light

Personal reflection at the hands of nature

As the flooding waves slowly wash up on the shore, I sit there alone on the pier and watch the sun slowly fading behind the horizon as the the crimson sky slowly embraces me with its dying light.

The warm air surrounds me like a soft silk cover gently wrapping around my body and cradling me to a sweet rest.

Listening to the soft tone of the waves few tears start coming out of my eyes. 

It starts with a barely noticeable shake in my heart and the grows it a ground-shaking earthquake that sends out tsunami waves of loneliness.

I get struck by that fact as if a huge sledgehammer slammed into the ground, leaving visible traces from the impact

Reviews

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This looks like a nice start. But what I would do, is I would add a sentence or two, you know. In the end, just to add a little more realism to it. Because how this is structured is that it's calm, so you're left with your thoughts, you know, and then..all of a sudden, your mind treads on the inevitable and psychologically, emotionally, there's this tsunami, but..what I'd show is that..no matter how big the explosion you feel, your surroundings, they don't change. And in a way that's how we end up moving on, you know. So I would just mention the waves a second time, or maybe that in the distance there are mute seagulls flying away or a quiet boat coming to port.

Other than that you meant to write "wash", not "was" in the first line, and "its" instead of "it's" on the second line, you don't need "some" on line three, though if you insist I imagine people could care less, and finally, "and the grows it a" doesn't mean anything, fix that bit.

I like as this transcends from a sort of peaceful calm to something disruptive, aka the sledgehammer.
Nature to man-made.

I've never really taken the time to appreciate nature. Perhaps I don't have the patience for it.