There are many sounds of Nature's hand,
But of the many there is one grand
Sound that awakens and pacifies man,
The sound of the seas when they meet land.
That white foaming surge of power,
Rolling and thundering hour after hour,
Oh how often man did cower,
When he looked up to see a wave tower.
SURF! Fling your spray on high!
Sting my skin and mist my eye!
You are the call of the sea and cry
To reclaim my physical essence when I die.
For through this white flecked gate of the sea,
Has emerged the terrestrials and humanity,
To this day through our veins runs it's salinity,
And the voice of the surf is there to remind me.