The Tranquil Sea

When dormant skies command the winds to blow amidst the tides where sailing vessels dwell, the tranquil sea will soon become a foe. Within the bluster, flailing in its throe, the wanton keels reel wildly in the swell when dormant skies command the winds to blow. With sails avast, all front the undertow, and when those silent surging ebbs rebel, the tranquil sea will soon become a foe. All reap its wrath when brutal waves bestow their cresting crowns the pressing winds impel, when dormant skies command the winds to blow. And when those timbers shiver to-and-fro while creaks and quivers groan within the well, the tranquil sea will soon become a foe. All heed the signs that let a sailor know when heaven shares the omens that will tell when dormant skies command the winds to blow, the tranquil sea will soon become a foe.