’twas the sound of the waves, crashing upon the shore,
whispering to my ear,
“What’s in this world that you fear?
There’s so much that you haven’t seen before!”
’twas the gaze of the stars, by the light of the moon,
Looking me in the eye,
As if breathing a sigh,
“Alas! Ye will leave this world too soon!”
’twas the dance of the trees, by the might of the sea,
Calling out to my heart,
“Hark! Before you depart,
Live what you mean your life to be!”
The waves