The sun was bright and shining warm on me,
The sand was rough, but silky to my skin.
The waves were slowly coming in from the sea,
The wind blew softly through the clear blue sky.

Abruptly, everything was filled with rage
As the sky grew murky, waves grew ten feet tall.
And the wind was set free from its hidden cage.
It fought until it gave up, giving all.

The sea is filled now with a silent peace,
The wind has dies, the air is very cold.
The seagulls cry a mournful melody
And the sun no longer shines, because it is old.

My life is gone; it's quiet like the sea,
But who will come, and who will mourn for me?