Lucky we that
Live by the sea.
We look out
Where wonders be.
A sunrise called dawn,
Slowly lights up the sky.
The horizon in sight,
Hear the seagulls cry.
And all around,
Music in the air.
Waves roll in and crest,
Their song so fair.
Now it's day,
And light abounds.
Music it is,
Those ocean sounds.
Whitecaps follow,
One after the other.
An orchestra playing,
The sea is the mother
For thousand creatures
That live below,
And another thousand
That we see in the glow.
George C. Clements
