A mar não espera por ninguém

I walk the shores,
I dip my toes,
The sea that is, ebbs and flows,
Not because of me,
It’s the way it goes,
Tossing to and fro,
Never stops, never yields,
some days calm others not.
Whipped by the wind,
frothing at the mouth.
One day green another blue
Dark and light, some pass through.