Winds of change

Dinghies bobbing freely in the sea
As dusk arrives the tide is turning
The skyline changing to deepest red
Sun hanging like a big red eye.
In the distance a ships horn blasts
Announcing it's entry into the harbour
Filled with people begining their holiday
Mothers with babes in arm so tired
Everyone filled with a new excitement
An adventure is dawning for each one
A cormorant on a buoy looking for fish.
He dives but where has he gone,
He emerges and sits bobbing atop of the water
Looking at a mirror image of a dinghy
The sun has set, it's blood red hue dripping
Into the sea, there is no greater sight to watch
Than the end of a perfect day.
Watching as the last brush stroke is made
The canvas is complete, and night falls
As the Earth rests in darkness, everything sleeps
The rejuvination is welcomed by all.
Soon the sun will return peeping over the horizon
But this emergence will be bright yellow
Dapplimg the sea like molten gold
As it sparkles, it dazzles the eyes.
Suddenly the sky is alive with sea birds
As if from thin air, sqawking looking for food
And a new canvas is underway.
But wait there are dark clouds looming in the distance
The sun vanishes in a moment, behind the blackness
Even her strong powerful rays are blotted out.
The dinghy is rising and falling so fast
It is out of control as the storm erupts,
Mother nature is such a fickle artist.
This is her dark period...