On high sea at night,
waves crash and tumble,
winds howl and rumble,
living is a hard fight.

One yearns for safe shore,
mind and muscle sore,
ever more wave crashing,
Poseidon wildly thrashing.

When one can endure no more,
beacon bright does finally shine,
and hope once again can soar,
guiding path to home coastline.

And after warm night stay,
once again does the ocean sway,
to adventure and new treasure alure,
to the next grand tour.