A Change in the Weather

Like a white bird it soars
Above the moving water
Spreading its wings
In a symbol of triumph.
The blue waves splash gently
The sun penetrates warmly
And the bird is airborne.

But the cliffs must crumble
The sky must turn dull
The clouds approach heavily
And the waves become sullen.
Then the black sea-bird flies low
Just missing the green water -
He has only once to falter.