Beneath the dock the seaweeds sway

In marching lines four times each day

Dark purple, green, and red display

Like banners on parade. 

First north to south the water flows

Delights your dangling dock-based toes

From marsh to ocean, out it goes.

Slack tide: the pennants fade.

Now urchins, sea stars, otters meet

Among the silky leaves to eat

Delicious eel grass tasty treat

Before the currents turn.

And as the tide from far-off sea

returns, know that my love will be

as big and deep and wide and free

for you, my love, eternally.