The Sea

I am walking down the beach Asking the sea what does it want to say to me While I am watching these presents of celestial beauty It seems to me that a pale blue sky With vast white clouds holds something of my own in it But tide is bringing waste back on the sand I am imagining that the sea is boiling and bleeding And I see man`s misery and Can`t condone his wickedness My dream of finding peace in nature is shattered Being beside the sea is impossible Musing is unbearable The mirror is broken