the sun emerges from the deep
and gives the sycamore a hug
the ocean feels a heart shaped tug
the sun's rays wake it from its sleep
the morning's glorious, the path
that led me to this seaside cliff
well worn by hikers, winds are stiff
the sycamore has felt their wrath
I stand there basking in the glow
it permeates each blade of grass
the ocean turns into green glass
obscuring all that lies below
the moment's gone, the sycamore
will have to wait another day
I ponder, as I make my way
if I could love it any more
Author notes: wc 101 Image from Pinterest https://allpoetry.com/contest/2797179-Fantasy-1111
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