The ocean spoke, the waves they sighed,
A grey cloud hid the tears he cried,
The seagulls screaming in the air
For all the pain that man can’t bear.

Sustained the silence spun its tale
Of sunken ships and shredded sails,
The sailors lost at seas so wild,
The sorrow of the orphaned child.

A sudden stillness spoke of storm,
The silent air so pale and warm;
‘Before the morning sun,’ it said
‘Another sailor will be dead!’