The Sea

The Sea

Sitting by the sea,

I hear the wind blow by,

I hear the soft waves crashing to the sandy shore,

I hear the cry of the gulls,

but I also here the power of the king,

Sometimes the sea is gentle,

Sometimes the sea is strong,

But sitting here by the sea,

I hear its song,

its one of power,

yet one of calmness,

For the sea is always fickle,

Whether you're right or wrong.

The End

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