Waves At Motion - Waves Max - 2

Waves keep cycling around ebbing in turquoise blue seas its ripples are teasing me Waves do swim fathoms deep, then return to navy blue crisp tips: pearls of white foam are smiling back at me Ships are daily passing on and by the seas; of blue watery blue road which are like fluid land bridges All to countries sought; then at ports delightful scenes A different world is in and upon the wavy seas A fate of water, winds and variances are seen Onboard ship's decks are drinks of a salty rum mix Tales of exaggerated pirate legends are often told of old; of independent bands and various venturous clans Ships sailing on wave fuel; of air breezes and manned oar tools