Play In The Sea

Toiling his days in the fields,

He finds joy in the smiles of his children,

With the waves washing their sublime soles,

They splash and play in the waters,

Sailing their toy boat,

They chat, sing and dance,

With the sea humming its lullabies,

With a drowning rat clinging to their toy boat,

Struggling to stay alive,

Like the waves that are consistent yet each wave is temporary,

Their lives had problems that are consistent yet wade away with each passing phase.