Grimly washing over the shore,
Reaching, longing, yearning for more,
And then suddenly as calm as before,
Going back to its ocean door.
At night,when all is still and quiet,
The ocean’s lapping can be heard,
The dark waves of the ocean are back,
To Oh! The ocean revered.
All through the day,
Sprightly and gay,
Thou, ocean can be heard,
Washing over the shore and the bay!
Rising, falling, the waves of life,
Today, we pay a tribute to our oceans. . . .