Ebb and Flow
The tide sweeps out
and eats the sand
like an unruly child
out of its hand.
And with it goes
the peace it brings,
the joy it knows
on a quiet eve.
This ocean waits
eternally,
For the laughing warmth
of a childs glee.
But if one waits
for the turbulent churning,
for the crashing waves
of an evening surf
This marks a triumph
for the ebullient waters,
for it signals the coming
of the tide.
It then forms a circle
of ebb and flow
first swift and shallow,
then deep and slow.
And after the rushing
of the incoming tide
the eve turns to morning
to let the water gently slide.
Then out of its hand,
like and unruly child,
it eats the sand
and the tide sweeps out.