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