I like the sound The waves make Every time They travel ashore. I like the rhythm They put on display Each time They quietly die down. I like the peaceful chord They strum in my heart Every time They come and go. I like the waves For what they play Each time For me, on [...]
The water's tranquillity, When given the wings of wind, Makes out of it Something unimagined, Shapes something like the risen sea. Its power, Which once lay quiet, Comes out as Something unimagined, Shapes something like the risen sea.