The gulls cry out as the sun sets,
Their plaintive cries echoing in the air.
They rest on the rocks, their white feathers shining,
And watch as the waves crash against the shore.
They are at home in the air,
Soaring and diving with ease.
They are creatures of the sea,
And yet they come to land to rest.
The gulls are symbols of freedom,
Of the open sky and the endless sea.
They remind us of the beauty of nature,
And of the peace that can be found in solitude.