The sun rises over the ocean, with never a sound to your ear

Seagulls swim for fish and the waves are gentle to one's feet

Peaceful unless you could see, how below the turmoil is near

And with these changing tides a storm is brewing, true deceit

Stones and seashells silently tumble, all fragments fall away

Diamonds and dust, debris and rust, lost in that eternal deep

Scattered on the ocean floor, carried far by a current's sway

How far? One could wonder but instead one is lured to sleep

Chance will play its random hand. Could turmoil ever end?

With none to stop it on its path, fate shall do as it will please

Able to make rocks crumble and still, fate remains a friend?

With what remains, just a calm ocean and refreshing breeze