In Cornwall's realm where cliffs embrace the sea, A stormy sunset paints a scene of mystery. Clouds gather in tumult, dark and deep, As the sun bids farewell, with a fiery sweep.
Waves crash against the rocks with thunderous might, As if nature itself were ready to fight. Spray dances in the air, kissed by the gale, While seabirds soar, their cries a haunting tale.
The sky ablaze with hues of crimson and gold, A fierce beauty that cannot be controlled. The horizon blurs, where ocean meets the sky, As if the world itself were ready to fly.
Amidst the chaos, there's a sense of awe, In the power of nature, in what it saw. For even in the storm's relentless roar, There's a beauty that leaves us wanting more.
So let us stand upon Cornwall's coast, And witness nature's fury, nature's boast. For in the stormy sunset's fiery glow, We find the strength to weather any woe.
