The naked sand is clothed with an indigo dress
Sequins shimmering and skirts cascading
The bay queen will soon be regaled from Neptune’s wardrobe
And crowned as the sun withdraws to its chamber

For now she takes her throne
In subtle, graceful steps, with little pomp
Another day she will raise her army
And take the rocks by force

Shouting down all who would oppose her
Then retreating with magnanimity and poise
And while the mountain king pushes out his vaunted chest
She dances with the moon in regal beauty

The one who we adore and love
Captivates us with her charms
Reassures us with her rhythmic presence
And terrifies us in her capriciousness