Standing by the seashore,
Watching the deep dark sea, disappear into the horizon.

I wondered at both, the calmness of the ocean,
And the wildness of the waves 
  Striking the sandy shores.

Far out, the sea is quiet and asleep
  For miles and miles, as far as the eye can see;
The noisy waves striking the shore
  Awakens it from its quiet slumber.

The waves tirelessly pound the shore
  In search of something;
Are the angry waves thirsty?
  Perhaps, searching for water.

We are like the waves, 
  Lost in the sea of our lives
Always searching for something more.

Like the waves,
  We often do not see what we already have;
And strive for our next success,
  To quench our unending thirst for more.

Think of the destiny of the waves;
  For eternity, they will continue to splash on the shore
For they know not, what they already have

Let us relish what we have and quench our thirst
 Else, like the waves we will be thrashing forever
In a perpetual Brownian motion cycle.