Climbing o’er the jagged rocks reddened by the setting Sun
Still the mellow roar went on cadenced by a crashing one
Roaring on the rocks below, the barnacled and musseled throw
A carpet of surprise, the water rushing down in waterfalls
Flashing in the sparkling sun the seagull sails with shrieking calls
Glowing amber sunset, the reddened waves reflect the light
Fashioned like some precious gems racing toward the night
The spectacle the ocean bears
Its strength and glory can’t compare
To anything we find on land
Or things we built with our own hand
The glory of the living sea
Will always be a mystery
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