Casting Mountains into the Sea

The Mountains roll down the land out into the green sea.
the mists wrap the peaks as they slip by silently
the surf churns and crashes upon the rocks in white sprays
reflecting the sky hues in colorful rainbows refracting rays
I cast crags out like skipping stones out into the deep
as fish rise to the surface silver links, echoes of sleep
I have far to drive before I find my pillow and bed
another place where the images of this rugged land
fill my head.