Neptune’s Sheep

The Neptune’s sheep, the frothy whitecaps
Race carefree and play and skit —
The ocean may be sad or whining,
But they are taking no heed!

They’ve always been self-willed and bratty —
Untamed, and ruled by no one.
The shore will rub them up…
                  Donating
Some leafage withered by the sun…

And, gently stroking their ringlets,
It’ll calm them down for awhile…
I watch the Neptune’s sheep —
                  and think that
Life’s way too short and volatile!