As I gaze
out on the horizon
At the deep, dark and distant sea,
I think of the many ports it touches,
I think of the ships that sail it mightily.
There are colorful evening sunsets
Sounds of fog- horns far at sea,
The roaring shifting of the tide,
Nature is awesome in its simplicity.
The sea has so much majesty
Adorned with white caps of foam,
Flowing from shore to shore
It has plenty of space to roam.
Sometimes the sea is angry,
At times as still as a placid sea of glass,
The sun always returns and shines again
The storm over and the dark clouds pass.
Nearby, watching over, in open view,
With a light that will never douse,
Stands the weather-beaten symbol,
The safe harbor-We call