Shapeless

We are as shapeless as the sea
Endless waves on a desolate grey
And all I am and ev'r will be
Rises then sinks beneath the deep.

We are as shapeless as the grass
That grows upon my father's land
A windswept tide of ancient green
It moves and flows and yet it stands

A man I'm told; is to be a rock
Short on emotion, temper and talk
But if it is, rock, that we be
'Tis of this rock here beside the sea
That with the next wave reaching land
Slips 'tween the fingers of my outstretched hand.