Where sea and "we" meet the sky....

I was standing there... right in the middle of the sea. On one side i saw the sun rising from the horizon.. deep orange yellow.. with a trail that ended at my feet and shining on the path laid by blue foamy waves..

 On other side I saw trees.. lined up like guardians of nature.. meeting the sea and the sky at the most distant point visible. Such was the force with which wind blew that trees were bent in its direction. The moment perspired with power and fear..  on the front there was the infinite sea.. waves emerging far away with sheer anger and raging towards me.. but somewhere in the way they they got caught up in the silkiness of the sea and managed to reach me crawling at my feet.. Even though I knew they would never make it up to me but still witnessing their arduous origin and the anger shrieking from their upsurge, I feared them.

With the lustrous sun on one side, emerging to wash away the night, and windy tall trees in alignment on the other, and the furious waves raging towards me from the front, hissing with wind in the ears and a semi grey-semi blue sky enveloping it all... I stood there on the spot, my spot. The spot where I prayed. The spot which defined freedom. It expressed victory of the shining sun over the unlit night, through a war polished with silence.  It summarized nature in all the colors... from light, delicacy, grace, hope, beauty, success, happiness to anger, sorrow, pain, guilt and fear.... it portrayed everything, everything one feels in life. It appeared as if waves were calling out something which no one could ever understand. Neither did I  but I knew they had something to say...

Turning back to the shore I wanted something to mark this feeling so clicked these pictures and picked up some immature sea shells lying on the crystal sand and thought even the waste of the sea is so beautiful !! Why can't we see how beautiful and alive is the mother nature? Maybe coz we have more important stuffs to do.. but assigning her as less important only demotes our level of jurisdiction. Its just so sad that how man hurts his own maker. Who am I to say.. after all I just said what I saw and believed.