Darkness has cast her slumbering spell,
The land lies dreaming beneath her hand,
Thick sable sheets have swaddled the stars
And waves lay like lovers on the sand.

Times seems swallowed by stillness and silence,
These gentle beasts feasting on movement and sound;
No breeze dares to be in reach of their presence,
Even mist lies motionless over the ground.

But soon comes the morning, and dawning of life,
As little sounds stir ‘cross the countryside
At the beach, the waves wake with a sighing of surf,
Then rise, and rejoice with the victorious tide.