An Impression

Note: this poem was written as an assignment, in which I was not allowed to use any adjectives of adverbs. Please take that into consideration when commenting on this piece. Thanks.

I stand atop the Cliffs of Moher
and stare at the Atlantic below me, pondering
the distance to my home across the horizon.
I see the sun reflecting upon the water
like a gathering of gemstones that had fallen from
the surface of the Cliffs to welcome me to Ireland.
I reflect on the landscape around me, a masterpiece
created by nature and etched in layers of rock
for the world to see, Each layer weaves a tale of
history I do not understand, but will retain them
in my heart and memory for eternity.