There is a calm upon the sea.
Ships make the only waves.
A leaden sun, and skies of black
Shine on the inky waste.
The wind comes up, the waves climb high.
Ships bound like rubber balls.
The sun is gone, and clouds drop down
To blend with the reaching waves.
The squall is past, the sea is calm,
Sun shines on ships of pearl.
The sky is blue, and soft white clouds
Dance in the fresh cool breeze.
As is the calm before the storm
Followed by calm again;
So is the life before the death
Followed again by life.