Sea

The tides sing a song,
As soft as the sky,
The pull of the waves,
And the clouds way up high.

The foam of the surf,
Like horses of sea,
The salt on the air,
Nature's timely decree.

The soft
r u s h
of power,
Deceptive in looks,
Enter the water,
The sand pulls and sucks.

Greeting like lovers,
The sea: it and I,
While the sun watches over,
Chaperone in the sky.