Turning tide and blowing wind, brings ever change ashore.
To twirl and sway, but never stay, to see what change abounds
But in their haste to dance away,they always leave a gift.
Maybe a leaf, seed or polished shell is the prize that's left to ponder.
So wealthy is the wind and sea to send such riches forth
we mustn't refuse so mighty a gift, as we, its humble children.
But to set forth with our little gifts and make our world so bright,
because isn't it our human cause to leave it better then we found it?