Men are looking for peace
As if, want to be face to face in dream
Moreover, to see the sun on beach
On a day, untiring and trim.
Men are sitting on mossy stone
As if, sunk into the drowsiness
And a balladist sings alone
Are happy the Mister and Mistress.
Men are strolling on sand
Wild wind is wild to please
Them utmost, upon thankful land
Though no tension to lease.
Men are swimming in the sea
Although they know nothing about
The sea, tides break upon knee
And sea gulls, amid, soar and shout.
All I see on summer days
All I see to be in alliance
Upon the strand, for the sea lays
Always to bless us and ever dance.