You are a majestic Pelican;
powerfully built,
graceful in flight,
free as you glide the sea

Yet the sea is fickle;
throwing great squalls,
slashing with rain,
unsafe for flight

And there I am, for you;
a large rock in the sea,
a point of safety,
weathering the storm

Every time your sea gets stormy;
I stay in the same place,
being the same way,
your anchor in a hurricane

Day after day,
and week after week,
I still remain a symbol of strength
for you to escape harm

I pray that you find
a place to firmly plant your feet
because one day, I may need a rock
As my sea gets stormy,
and I become the Pelican