Along its bounty shores i stand,
Watching its sandy beach so grand.
Then hither comes its lovely wind,
The page of love so clear and clean,
From the atlantic,blue, and calm.
The mer, with bubbles straight from god,
That seem themselves to praise the lord
With each coming wave from far,
Breathing inspiration from the stars;
Tha atlantic, blue, singing psalms.
A broken heart? See! The blue mer;
Its foamy deep, its vastness rare,
That appeases the troubled mind,
To bring peace you can only find
In the atlantic’s soothing balm.
A hungry mind? Just roam its beach,
And watch its waves within your reach.
Then you would get to understand,
Like all other mysteries of our land,
The atlantic flows from god’s palms!