Some days amaze with blazing skies
and seas alive with pulsing power,
whose tides resound like timpani
as walls of water fall, then tower.

Some days take place neath softer skies,
and seas subside, their waters calmed,
more lullaby than symphony,
slow rolling waves a soothing balm.

No matter what the shifting skies,
each day brings forth new poetry,
no verse the same, for life unfolds
inconstant like the changing sea.