Digitalis and the open sea

One purple foxglove
Stands proud in the strong wind,
That grabs me today
Inside the barrow
I sat with my thoughts
And the sounds of the sea
Not that far away

Down the steep cliffs
To the perpetual motion
The blue of the ocean
Such devotion was mine
Here in the barrow
So small and so narrow
I thought back through history
And could opine

For deep down in me
Ingrained in my being
Part and parcel of thought
My indigenous soul
Instinctively uttered
A primordial offering
Up to then unprecedented
As is its role

Outside just one foxglove
The truest of sentinels
Stands at the edge
Where the granite path ends
And just as an invisible water fall crashes
Down to oblivion
My heart it sends