It sits and waits

On a calm and motionless sea;

Seagulls above soar through the sky

And travelling it wishes it to could be

It sits and waits

For days on end;

Weathered scars appear

And it’s wood begins to bend

It sits and waits

As the weather grows foul;

Lightning flashes down

And the water starts to growl

It sits and waits

And it starts to grow sore;

But soon its clear 

On the dock by the shore.