Touching the sands, they fall and rise
Reminiscent of how life grows and dies
Sparkling in the sun; but does one see
how they bring in the wealth of the sea?
The cornucopia of riches is in the giving
Their blues and greens, hues of dying and living
In the eddies of tempests, they groan and shout
But as they ebb, a silent mystery abounds
For the cycles of seasons are in the sun’s awesome loom
It reaches its zenith, then weaves its own doom
The moon tugs, then let’s go of the ocean floor
Divine secrets in these codes, since was opened creation’s door
In the deep waters of time civilisation stays afloat
The ingenuity of invention is the tall sail to the boat
And the relentless waves are the music of the warrior’s horn
That retreat and charge regardless of the storms
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