The evening sky is sea foam,
With clouds a-flowing in.
The tide is turning nicely
and wind brings darkness in.
The earth keeps on a-spinning,
While the sky keeps it in shade.
How strange it is to see the sea,
From underneath the waves.
The bats are flying fishes,
The trees are coral reefs,
The fireflies are plankton,
All a-living down beneath.
People have no purpose here,
Not in the ocean deep.
Now it’s time to travel back,
to wake up from my sleep.
