I walk down the path where others have been before me as I can see the grass has been worn away from many footsteps. I draw closer to the shrubs where the star flowers are blooming and many other flowers in this magic place for whom I have no name. All I can do is admire & touch their beauty as it has touched me.
I stay a while to take it all in then wander on further until I reach a clearing.
And there beyond a great sandstone ledge, the sea. A deep steely blue, it drifts on forever until it greets the sky.
I move closer to the edge and watch the water swell and subside time after time, forming waves with white foaming crests that crash against the rocks below, only to retreat once more leaving lacey trails of bubbling foam that ripple through the rocks and out of sight. The cool wind whips up the waves and the sea spray splashes and caresses my face, the music of the sea surrounds me, its waves in constant rhythm sculpting the shore since time began.
This is a strange sandstone landscape pitted by the wind, tide and waves, tiny furrows and strange shapes etched into the rock face and small shallow pits of coarse grainy sand.Standing here alone the whole experience seems surreal, the green is far behind me now, I walk on eager to see more.
In the distance I notice something that seems alien to this place. There before me on the grainy sand a solitary plant clinging tenaciously to its spot, it seems so small against this great perspective,it is delicate,its bright yellow petals such a contrast to its harsh surroundings and the starkness of this place,I wonder how it manages to survive.Yet it is here and so am I and I dont want to leave, so I wander on enjoying the vast beauty of this special place...