How nice to wake to sounds of song
that lilt upon the sleepy sea;
That make you feel like you belong
to earth and ocean... naturally!
Surf's gentle music sweetly lifts,
the troubles of a grieving mind;
A holy blessing of His gifts,
to worried, worn, weary mankind.
Wild callings of a seabird blends,
with the chorus of the waves;
Their music washes and transcends
the quiet of the ancient caves.
Each note is rendered ocean rich,
orchestrated in perfect pitch!
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