It changes everyday,
and it really is beautiful.
Sometimes the sky looks like it’s been lit up,
Other times it looks deep,
The movement of Tangaroa,
adds to the mystery that is
And the reflections that it leaves
make you feel it’s never ending.
Even when the clouds hover over,
it’s majesticness is apparent.
I could stare at it all day;
and listen to it’s crashing and writhing;
It’s turning and churning.
Nothing compares to it’s strength and power.
And there is no place
I’d rather be,