On the shore, with a salty breeze on your face
Cold and dour, you walk at a mellow lazy pace
Expanse of dark water, the object of your hazy gaze
Allays your fears, telling you so to face ahead unfazed
'Now see, life's problems are but a drop in this ocean.'
The day turns steadily dark; water retreats beneath your feet
In the moon's growing presence, as tides rise, roar and beat
Down to your new found zeal, you smile feeling upbeat
Eventually with dawn, you know the tides will concede defeat
'See now, life's problems are but like the tides in the ocean.'
