The fishing village sits upon the edge of the ocean
As the people make a living from the rich harvest
Each day they go out, the ocean blue is their partner
The ocean never changes, only roils in the storms
Perfectly beautiful, the creator must be an artist
He provides sustenance for the village and beyond
Storms cannot stop them, not even when warned
For the truth is our hunger never wanes
Hunger drives us again and again
Even into realms of danger
