One Hundred Words
Lighthouse
As darkness approaches,
A beacon shines,
Rhythmically circling the tower.
Foamy waves beat against the shore,
And the light pulses,
Far away into the distance.
A single star against the dark of night,
Beckoning her sailor home.
A beacon shines,
Rhythmically circling the tower.
Foamy waves beat against the shore,
And the light pulses,
Far away into the distance.
A single star against the dark of night,
Beckoning her sailor home.