Nature Poetry
When the tide turns out,
and the waters recede,
and the life that was lived
there in the rolling waves,
casts its casings loose,
broken and crumbling,
becoming one with the sand;
And the sea fowl fly,
in search of what life lies
swirling below the waters,
just beyond their reach,
their diving and rising
majestic dance of flight
across the flattening wetlands.
Now the sun descends,
this fading orb on the horizon,
and the only sounds heard
are the distant, constant washing
of the black rocks on the beach,
as the tide now slowly leaves
us with the hope of its return.
Now there is only faith
as the darknesses embrace,
the land, the air, the waters
to black at last must fade,
this day shall see its end,
there is no need to pretend
that it would last forever.
We will come back to this place,
in a sense, we know we must,
an unspoken promise
we have learned to trust,
a covenant that life here
must keep its sure hold,
the water and its grace,
This beach of mercy.
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