The sea waves upon your eyes do find,
An insignificant grain of sand,
And then when they are silent,
Do you grasp the hand,
But when the morning sun shines bright,
The sea reflects a cheerful blue,
And then when it whispers in joyful glee,
Do you understand too.
And when the waves rise high,
Angry, merciless- they seem,
But still the unsettled ocean,
Can make you realize a dream . . . .