When stars at dusk get-together,
Shouts of joy in winds whisper,
Dancing amidst the Tides quiver,
The lone stranger in the water.
Ethereal beauty, time pass by,
To setting sun, he bids goodbye,
Away from the shore, he does Fly,
A world of calm and merry Sigh.
He waves at the turbulent wave,
Sways up, down, inhales the gale,
Relishing the fun , without fail ,
Stranger is me, reciting the Tale.