SONG OF THE OCEAN

It calls, and I can hear it even now
The ocean, so grey deep and cold
Its song, having a power over me
Joined by a chorus from every sea
A vast history of stories never told
Keen to share as the ages will allow

A strong beat from the rising swell
The crash of waves on every coast
And foam almost makes a melody
A herald of some strange harmony
Lyrics that whisper at the very most
But a haunting sound as all can tell

Verses in the to and fro of the tide
Voices of anxiety to be understood
From the depths, is its perturbation
Yet from many, hiding a frustration
To deliver a full concerto if it could
But must leave it sealed deep inside