I saw the moonlit paradigm
Bestow a shining glare
  Upon the seas and tempest
   At which I did stare
    Below the calmness of the skies
     The waters churned and growled
      But still above the deafening cries
       The moon sat still like owls
        The wisdom of the moon
         A shimmering reminder to the sea
           That though it churns and destroys
            Commanded by the moon it shall always be