Sunset on Bodega Bay

Arriving just in time, I drop down the hill to the bay below

I watch the pines brace themselves from the sea, looking away to the land

Wave upon wave thrusts against stone upon God's command, turning them to sand

The pines have chosen mortality, acting more like weeping willows.

Gentle winds of the sea, day by day, turned the pines away

Crouching, appearing to whine and wail, as if they lost their dignity

If only they had stood against the wind, looking towards the bay

Then they would know what they are missing, a glimpse of infinity.

Perhaps seeing this sight endless times before, it's beauty now pains them

Or feeling unworthy in the presence of infinity, they feel humble 

Like a sinner, repenting, turning away from the sight of God

More likely, they were just lazy, resting their heads on foggy pillows.