Mother Tide rolls in sometimes a little too abrupt

Her licks are harsh like a cat’s tongue

The water crashes and rolls and rolls tumbles tumbles

Each wave rolling, sending each grain of sand into its new life cycle

She has a plan, a delicate play scribed in the stars

Mother Tide knows her strength, she will never push beyond her compassion

But it is her job to become angry and fierce, letting you feel her weight

The moment when Mother Tide pulls out, leaving the sand so smooth and the air so pristine you know the beauty she left behind

Her gift, her strength, her pride, her love