I am the sea

I am the sea

Soft and gentle

Tickling unshod feet

Sparkling as an emerald

Becoming dark as stone

Turning and churning

Swallowing tall ships

Wallowing in the swell

Ejecting and rejecting

Drunken sailors

From their slumber

Washing up the dead men

I come from distant shores

To carry you away

To safety or to death

I am uncaring

As the blood red sky

The darkness at the door

The wielder of the scythe

The high wind

That rips away the deadwood

The gentle breeze

That blows the tangles

From your hair

I am the starlight

The sound of thunder

The noise

That frightens children

Causes animals to flee

When I am lightning

I strike whatever is most handy

Or whomever I may see

I am witness

To all seasons

The consequence and act

I am nothing if not reason

A nonsense of a fiction

As well as

Actual fact.