Message in a Bottle

There was a message in a bottle

Tossing and turning at sea

It's life and times were a riddle

As it rested it's soul by a tree.

The siren littered the air

With a song that attracted and pleased

That danced on the voice of the wind

Conductor; the ocean breath breeze.

The woozy bird sang a song for six pence

The beggar; a barrow of rye

All in all they're the same

In the Greater God's glossy, glass eye.

I stood by the sea with me and the tree

Below the stained glass sky

And riddled that riddle 'pon a sand-sewn fiddle

Which rivalled the she-siren's cry.