My daughter wrote this beautiful poem and I just had to share...
MORNING
A streak of light peeks over the ocean
Hits the water and makes it glisten
The wet rocks glow like a fire's light
Waiting to glow again after night
The sun is low in the pale blue sky
Busting in flame and never shy
Barefoot people walk on the sand
Watching it all, there I stand
In the cool water I am waiting
Waiting for the sights of morning