In the morning shine and in the moonlight,
sometimes sombre, sometimes gay- the waves roll.
The varied moods of this frothy delight
stroll back and forth with the wheel of control.
The deep sea harbours mysteries never told,
but often the waves spill them on the shore.
And soon as the secrets unfold, twofold-
the waves are eager to explore some more.
As in the ocean we swing and wither,
oscillated by fate and its dry tune.
And like waves we go hither and thither
in search of eluding joy and fortune.
The sun will shine, the waning moon will glow-
cycles of waves shall stimulate the flow.
