Ships that sway in the water,
Churn the water too.
They bring stories from far away lands,
And from stories at hand.
Ships are structures so pretty to the eye.
Ships go up and down,
And all around.
Ships are God's tool to transportation.
I like my large ship, crashing through the waves,
Because my ship is magic.
It makes other ships move.
It puts them in a magical grove.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem