There once was an old man

Who lived by the sea

In a lighthouse the color of bran

Oh my was he free

He tilled the land all day

The flowers were his offspring

And when they bloomed that May

The honey bees came out to sing

A marigold, a rose

A stem he couldn’t sever

Though he knows, he knows

That they won’t last forever

In spring he would drink earl grey

And walk along the sand

Down by the bay

Gazing out at his majestic land

He wore his red coat

While the sun set over the sea

When he sailed his sailboat

He was the happiest a man could ever be

Married to the water

Waves passionately crashing

Every day he fought her

She was soft, then thrashing

Filled with peace

He and his stormy blue

Joy could never cease

Their love, as sweet as honeydew

Rainy days

Timeless nights

In the midst of the summer haze

Lightning strikes

When the mosquitoes began to bite

And darkness came knocking

He began watching for ships in the night

Old and rocking

The groan of thunder

In a sky of azure

He began to wonder

What might have washed ashore