The morn sea whispers to the shore
Cold and green, fathoms deep
Foamy fingers on the sand
Placing shells upon the shore

The cold wind whispers to the sea
Salty spray, silver wings
Bringing fog from far away
Sweeping mist up from the sea

The warm sand whispers to the wind
Fine and white, crystal glass
Dimly glowing in the pall
Shifting slowly in the wind

The dark sky whispers in my ear
Murk and damp, coming storm
Echoes ride on eerie waves
Distant thunder in my ear