The Tide
The salty tang of bitter sea
Can fill the air and seems to be
Unfazed by wind, that tries to take
The salty tang, to smugly prove
The sea is naught except a lake.
To show its fault, the sea awakes
It sends a wave, such force it takes
To prove its might cannot be tamed
Unconquered yet, and never will
Submit to force, or be restrained.
The water roars, and crashes hard
Upon the sand and rocks all scarred
From years of force and roaring spray
The water foams, returns to tear
Against the shore with no delay.
And flowing back, it leaves the sand
Then turns and rushes to the land
With stronger waves it roars and hurls
Upon the shore it breaks and foams
With sprays of salt and drops of pearl.
The wind draws back, its pride is spent
And drawing back, it does relent
The ocean won, the ocean proved
It’s not a force to trifle with
So old and strong it can’t be moved.
The sea continues - smiling, knows
The tide goes on, like clockwork flows
It rises, falls, and rises, then
Again, the water rises, falls -
Continues ever on again
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