Wake up to the morning with some hope upon your head,
No clouds on day to mar the view,
Soft pillow by your head,
A rushing calm, no winds on high to steer your ship astray,
Just soughing breeze and skies of blue,
A feather’d bed your day.
Let the ocean crash to shore, admiring motion, pull,
Waves are lapping where you lie,
Heart now growing full.
Tempests wreak their havoc on the greatest ships and small,
We set a course by sextant, stars
And rise before we fall.
Plot a course you want to go, a place you want to be,
A mindset mapped before you set
One foot on stormy sea.
Hoist your sails with travel advice ere you leave bedside,
Check direction, finger to air,
Set sail with the tide.
(No expert here on tall ships, no, nor sailing boats, nor cruise,
Just firm believer in sticking plaster
Before one sign of bruise.
Middle finger to the air helps too. 😛 )
Have a great day! ❤