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.
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