The waves roll high
They try to reach the sky
The wind blows low
It passes under the prow
The gull poised in [mid] flight
Sees the men in fright
It shrieks with delight –
Its feeding chance is bright.
The clouds, in anguish, roar
As the planes over it, soar
They mumble and they growl
As over the lands they prowl.
The fishes in the deep
Over the corals leap
With glassy eyes they wink
As boats capsize and sink
The storm gathers force
And breaks out in wild fury
Nature is its judge
And Nature is its jury
Wrecking everything
That lies in its way
It’s like a vengeful spirit
That none can hold at bay.
Laughing in delight
At the human’s plight
Its force is almost spent
The air, with screams, is rent.
Holding both its sides
It laughs – till they do split
Its screams, to whispers, die
Its passion is now dry.
Sighing with deep content
Though its back is fully bent
Away with the wind it goes
With many curtsies and bows.