The Pretty Sea's Ebbs And Tides Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Ebbs and tides are pretty Hymns sung by the pretty sea By day and by night, The pretty sea never stops Singing its permanent songs With every wave that comes To the pretty shore, We feel the sea in its happiness And in its sadness anytime and anywhere, The pretty waves, with their pretty whiteness, Bring pretty songs to us, The sea is a pretty singer that Never getting toiled or tired Singing to us the way It likes and sometimes we like, It's the pretty sea (our dad) whom We love him in truth, To be, it means to be present For listening to its pretty songs or Not to be, it means to be faraway From its pretty presence, Its pretty hymns are greatly heard When seeing its waves in its happiness or In its sadness anytime and anywhere, so Every moment, With or without our presence, The pretty sea sends its waves with Their ebbs and their tides to us To listen to the pretty songs sung By the sea itself in happiness or in sadness.