In the vast open sea,
there is a wooden plank floating
carrying a man on it
leaving his family wonder where he might be,
The waves are violent
wind is blowing strong
the storm continues to rage
leaving nothing where it once belong
The sound of thunder is still roaring
with the rain continue to be pouring
the sea creatures swimming under
are still thinking how this man has survived this thunder.
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