Sitting by the sea

I sit by the sea
And let the waves talk to me
With stories of days gone by
About seafarers of old and sailors so bold
And frigate birds high in the sky.

The lapping of the waves
Recalls better days
When our people were free to roam
The great oceans wide
With the wind and stars as our guide
Looking for some place called home.

Those mythical men
We will never see again
And gods that we still call our own
How the world came to be
For people like me
Where our spirits forever did roam.

Now the waves on the shore
Don't seem the same any more
Their stories full of grief
Are filled with a warning
About global warming and its consequences
For our people on the reef.

Yet I still sit by the sea
While the waves talk to me
With stories of days gone by
About seafarers of old and sailors right bold
And frigate birds high in the sky.