As the sun rises in the morning, the red glare is admiring
The boat masts are seen in the distance, winds blowing them with now resistance
Their bow bobbing up and down, like a car going through the hills of town
The fish swim near, with nothing to fear
The sailors look at them in awe, wondering what kind they saw
Soon they look towards the sky,seeing the red sun decline
The sailors warning, tomorrow isn’t going to be a great morning
Getting tossed at sea, not going to be a cup of tea
Waves crashing over the bow and sides, with the ocean tides
Deciding it best to stay tied at the dock, loosing time at the clock
Better safe for another day, to see the sunrise and and set of another day
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