Coming to the Sea!

Dry art the clouds

And dry art the rains

Dry is the dew drop

On the grass blade

Fake art the greetings

And fake art the praises

Fake is the smile

Worn by a chirpy facade

Only thou my sea hast

Both honesty and waters bountiful

And hast a heart deep enough

To embrace me.

If thou be my friend

We both shalt rest in peace

My sinful anguish

And thy untamed tempest 

Shalt both ease