Low Tide
Low Tide
The moon continues her cycle
Around our earthly sphere
And with gravity she pulls
At the waters deep and clear
The planet keeps on spinning
And the land moves either side
Of the manipulated water
And the beach receives its tide.
The water now is distant
And the seabed is on view
Low tide for short hours
Before it’s hidden by the blue.
Copyright © Emma Goodridge-Hobson | Year Posted 2023
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