I stood by the sea shore,
the waves roll up,and roll by.
The star turning red,
when the moon had to be fed.
The chirpping troup back its way,
as if it had the sky as its sway.
My little friends venture out,
sinless and unaware of the spout.
The greens that gave shade,
now,wore the shadow it made.
The breeze,makes me feel,
there are no worries to heal.
She comes out with a roar,
children cry out for more.
What a beauty You are oh dear!
To watch you is a pleasure so clear..
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