Tossing and changing,
Unpredictable, vast:
I am the volatile sea.

You see me roar,
And you see me placid,
You see the sun dancing on me.

High tide and low tide,
El Niño and calm:
Nothing of Ocean's own will.

Swelling and breaking,
I'll lull you to sleep,
Or grow angry and threaten to kill.

Sailors take heed,
And fishermen flee.
The navy does not the fleet send--

What spurs the ocean?
Oh you are the cause,
For you, my dear boy, are the wind.