Wishes of Fisher’s Son

Father, It’s time for fishing
It’s been days we are here waiting
Our boat parked there empty of fish.

Son, We can’t go fishing now
There is waterspout in the sea
Windy sun had descended on the sea.

Will the waterspout spill out the fishes?
Will the sun dry the sea and burn us?
Will we ever catch a big fish again?

Science and faith ask same questions
But just one thing you can do:
Send your wishes to Heavens.

Dear Heavens;
Send calmness to the sea
And silent the waterspout
So that we can go fishing again.

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