Safe At Sea

This story starts with a little sailboat;
Years ago, it was once bound for all ports.
Now merely drifting, but able to float,
Heading into rough trouble of new sorts.
Then on this night, the tides move with purpose,
Raging and roaring, beneath the blue waves.
They won't let their fear show on the surface,
Protecting the weak from impending graves.
Heading home, though waves push it out to sea,
This wayward raft will one day quit striving.
Condemning its susceptibility,
To all the sadness and endless dying.
At the mercy of the sky when it rains,
So that same little sailboat, it remains.