Her mighty waters crash on the shore,
Carrying with her glass and broken boards.
Seashells line her sandy beach,
And seagulls up above screech.
Her white horses ride her waves,
With a roar, sandcastles they encave.
Boats bob up and down on the horizon,
As her surface sparkles like a million diamonds.
Her waters hold such mysteries,
And one day, God will give her secrets to me.