Racing the Tide
Together they sped towards the shore
The fastest of them wore the crown,
Then the tables, they were turned
As the waves then swept back down.
Back and forth in endless motion
The ebb and flow it never stops,
Each hurried wave pushing, rushing,
All aspiring for the top.
Yet in the end all are beaten
It matters not how hard they tried,
There's no escaping destiny,
For twice a day, they race the tide.
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