To the sea
Run little water run,
along your winding path,
to the sea, to the sea,
there to vent your wrath.
Innocent babbling brook,
flowing to the sea so vast,
those once gentle ripples,
now waves that shadows cast.
You friendly gift of nature,
distracting all the strife,
to the sea, you force of God,
you giver and taker of life.
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