Walking on water, where angels fear to tread
I dream of us marching to the rhythm of a band
The music is thunder, the music of a gale
The wind keeps on blasting and the sky is spitting hail
The chimneys of the sky break open and swell
And the whirlwind is swinging and sounding the bell
The crest of the waves is foaming with pride
They welcome each other with a head-crushing ride
The eye of the storm is conducting the score
It gestures and points the baton to the shore
A platoon of cyclones reacts to the call
They escort the fat lady back to the South Pole
Like all things in life, a peak has been reached
It is time for good nature to return to its creed
The big parade can no longer hold its glory
Time to begin a new chapter of a never-ending story
As if they were walking the plank, right at dawn
The almighty flotilla of breakers is gone
The gold solar ball not a ghost would dare face
Categorically, this was the end of the race
What a show that is was, not a run of the mill
I thank you oh Zeus for the scare and the thrill
Walking on water, keeps my dreams afloat
However I’d rather wake up cheerfully, sailing in a boat!