Orange beams shine from behind the blue horizon
Casting shadows of the early birds over the sand.
The moon's push and pull brings the tide in
While red and purple SWirled skies expand.
The waters roar and clash on the coastline
Further and further the waves will reach.
When the fisherman see the morning sunshine
They cast hooks for their prize at the beach.

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