My Sonnet hovers above sea,
Longing to hear the jolly sailors' cheers.
Each line rhymes, telling them messages.

My Sonnet wants to say the weather is nice,
Sunshine, breezy morn; tranquil and peaceful;
But be careful, the waves are ravenous,
They yearn very much to devour people.

MySonnet, the weather poem,
Forcasting ahead, what's to come and go...
Stormy or sunny, so they know-- why worry?