For eons the wind blew free
To toss and turn the toiled sea
Til meeted with the line shore
But alas to be there is no more
The shore said curse thy waves
Curse your lapping tides saves
No rest for thee, not for me
I'll not flavour your livid tea
Replied the wind, no grudge bear I
The wind drives me, I do not lie
It drives me on, there is no rest
Drives me on to thy sandy crest
Of this the denied this fact
How could he so easily react
It is my way, not my strife
To stop the squall would end my life
Shall I endure each day accursed
How could my nature be perversed
You are the sea so must you go
It is the way of water to flow
The shore is a changling created yea
Or is it your wish to stay that way
Bear no false facts on my behalf
For no more can I now laugh
The sea stagnates when stilled
Then all its life would be killed
A fouler stench to breathe the shore
Death's red tide rolling in store
The sun would burn the sand to dust
So for this turn shore you must
Many days have passed this word
Storms and squalls still are heard
But always the peace must restore
The wind, the sea, the shore...