The Tide
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1 min readJun 9, 2017
Gently lapping under moonlight,
tiny waves curl up the shore
bringing sluggish starfish, shiny shells
cradled by the sea, now set free.
Rising with the morning sun,
baby swells explore their crests,
reaching upward, forming waves
that race forward tickling my feet.
The midday tide is brash and bold,
proudly displaying its strength,
waves grow with each rise and fall,
till folding into a thunderous crash.
Every fourth wave, approximately,
a behemoth surfaces and roars past,
consuming sandcastles, soaking towels,
stealing sand toys, inch by inch.
As day fades to dusk,
their hypnotic rhythm lulls,
pulling back to the sea,
with a subtle wave good-bye.
