No More

Been to the beach?

The wind there screeches

They say, and oh

The sea has stopped its dreadful roar

Shall we go and see?

the sea, it cries, moans and sighs

No storm in sight and

yet, the birds and flies fly lost in fright

Could it be?

Our Lord, His sky and sea

Are dead, no more.

He drowned with the life that was washed ashore.