THE TIDE

The moon does arise
And lights the southern skies
The higher way it takes
Enchanted are the waves

The winds with their sounds serene
Over the clam which has been
Aloud the songs go wilder
To the tune of the Dancing water

Shrill roar that rises above the din,
Careful : the fishermen watch their fins
With their own devise
They cruise a way through the TIDE

Till the merry bells ring
The waves no more sing
The TIDE that has once been
Mellows losing keen

Many a wave which cause a Stare
Many a TIDE thou face not : dare
Nature loves its own ways
Niether Dawn nor the Dusk Stays

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