Sailing makes my heart grow strong
especially when winds are calm.
I effortlessly glide along,
enveloping my soul in balm.
I see the world just passing by,
its troubles stay on land.
I live unburdened and I try
just to feel where I stand.
I hear the murmurs of the waves
caressing the boat’s hull,
and the whispered wind that saves
us motor noise so dull.
I smell the salt, but close to land
sometimes a country whiff
that tells me, after all I stand
not above daily tiff.