I glide over the western seas
They seem to sing a melody.
A song of nature, yes indeed.
A crystal of tranquility.
Who else would dare create a world,
Then the one who is divine?
Can you see? I’m trying to prove a point.
One that is clear and fine.
I cast a spell of magic pure,
Along the seas of odyssey.
I cannot fathom a world so great,
Of mystery and oddities.
As the sun sets in the west,
I sail along the western seas.
Nature beautiful and grand,
A cause of pure fidelity.