A tale of a dance that can never stall
A tale of a dance that can never stall With tired eyes, He searches through the night His sight becomes lost Between the sea and the sky Breaking the horizon, A tiny boat appears Splashing on the foam, With no sign of fear It quickly darts By the starboard side, Surfing on the waves, Like a playful child. The stars are now watching, How it jumps up and down, It looks as it’s dancing It seems very proud The wind pushes it, And the sea is not calm, But a lee is being made so it comes alongside. Hands are grabbing ropes, Feet are stepping up. It’s a dangerous climb! But our man makes it safely, This one more time. Away goes the tiny boat, Making its loud roar, Which is its own way Of saying good bye, And in just an instance Vanishes in the distance, rIght from w