When swells the sea, there's life,
When it subsides, there's strife;
When moves the breeze, there's peace,
Then roll the waves at ease.
When comes the sun there's love
Beneath and up above;
But when it sets, there's fear,
For night is drawing near.
The sea, the breeze, the sun
Repeat what they have done;
Yet in the night, there is hope,
For the morrow, flowers ope.