When the Winds Change

All of life is but a ship at sea Sailing along, very free Its only friend is the breeze Caressing its sails with ease When the winds blow north The ship moves forth Venturing along into new shores Like when life opens doors When the breezes blow south None dares open his mouth For dangers and perils are near Threatening that which is dear When the winds blow to the east All movement is then ceased The ship stops and even moves back Just as when life turns pitch black When the breeze blows west It is time for a little rest To recharge on a new shore’s banks And to give the gods many thanks Then again, when the winds are good The shipmaster checks his ship’s wood Out of the sea, the anchor rises And life brings on new surprises