Look out! Beware, a storm’s a-coming!
Can’t you hear the cymbals and the drumming?
Heed the ocean roar! Her cries of rage
Echo as she goes on a rampant rampage!
Waves thrash and race ‘cross seven seas
Unleashing her wrath, pulverizing all peace
Swallowing sailors in a huge, merciless gulp
She reduces firm frigates into pulp!
After venting her anger far and wide,
She settles on a steady tide
Sending soft, warm currents off to sleep,
Caressing them with music from the deep.
How quickly does her temper change!
Her voice, too, has an expansive range
She murmurs when the tides are low
Yet, when storms come, does crescendo!
Look closely for her delicate hands
Adorned by lacy silver strands
To protect her children is her first wish –
The lakes, the reefs and all her fish.
After a fatiguing day of work
The ocean retires from mankind’s irk
To lie placid on the coral bed
Where she need not act in anyone’s stead.