Ebb and Flow

A whisper of mist - like a veil of illusion obscures the view. A brush stroke of colour - like the tenderness of a kiss sweeps the waking bay. We awaken to a new day. The blinking sun, fresh from sleep chases the moon away. The lapping tide heralding the ebb and flow of existence. A gentle breeze carries airbourne gulls who dive and climb with no resistance. The palette of creation tinged with morning. The canvas of construction - a new day dawning. Ebb and flow, come and go, the cycle continues; on and on it goes with everlasting promise. As transient human life blows away like dust - a whisper of illusion in nature's permanence. A brush stroke of invention obscuring the view, then gone in a breath - spirit carried onwards with the ebb and the flow towards the promise of a new tomorrow.