The waves have risen high
And the waters dance with pride
As the rains blasts across the sky
To touch the seas and there abide

The sailor is at fright
To behold the louring sky
His vessels now sails awry
And with the oceans dance alike

The wind is hard and swift
The lightning; bright and quick
Like the blade of a thousand vexed soldiers in the battle of the Kukuanas

And there is the thunder
Crackling, crashing, pounding
Just as the distant sounding of a hundred fleeing elephants

And the sailor is bereft of hope
Another storm raging inside him
His vessel now completely awash
He lays still to meet his forebears
In the have of calm they promise
© unwomanumu