Sulfur yellow, a watery burn
Created in an alchemist's urn.
Water feeds fire as both
evolve--
The formula of hates resolve.

You waver rights to be treated fair
Like Sampson selling locks of hair
Or selling age to a 95 year
old--
Sheep follow only to die in
their fold.

Fiery seas begin as a rift--
Water being the only gift.
But nothing, nothing is ever
free
Once transmuted into this
sea.

But logs do drift and beaches claim
All that gave this sea its
name.