She steals along a golden shore
Beneath a sombre leaden sky
And decks the beach with stray decor
Withdrawing with a whispered sigh.
But her emotions, we know well,
Will shift and change at lightning speed
And then her waves will rise and swell
With urgency that meets her need.
In fathomed depths, beneath her waves,
And far from human sight or reach,
Abandoned wrecks and human graves
Each rot in their secluded niche.
The inconstant nature of the sea
With other elements combined -
Show clearly both to you and me
Their strength above we humankind.
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