the changing of the tide
soon draws near
nearly malevolent
the wind is whipping
a storm approaches
and waves swell
the shore was a sanctuary of quiet
no noise from humans at all
the solace of silence won't last
all forms of animals despair
of ever surviving the hell
the grey ocean has now turned
to white peaks, and crashes
what had once been calm
a churning caldron now
wind, sea and land collide
and hit the shore and shatter
every stalk of grass bend over
like a deep bow, o' salaam
flocks of sea birds disavow
all of their foolish chatter
for it is not safe
to gather here
the power of the ocean
is like a bomb
waves of power
echo
