when teh swans dont dance
but the waves get into a trance
who bothers, who waits
but for some one, the ship seldom sails
when the waves are placid,
the tubulence invites
and anxiety placates
and she thinks, its all waste
tantrums have lost their edge
but the winter bites
sweater you gave is not warm enough
may be i should take a cold water bath
instead of fighting cold, i should assimilate it,
is that why you are volcanic, asked the boat
what could have wave said,
she smiled and moved towards the other shore