A Lesson from the Sea

The tide is roaring from the sea,

It is sunset, and all lies still.

The fiery sun begins to flee,

From the night which doth slowly fill.

Seagulls call through the tropic breeze,

And yet still the tide carries on,

Though night's blanket darkens palm trees,

The sacred tide is set in stone.

“Perseverance!” beckons that tide,

Echoing through expansive sea.

And through night the voice doth confide,

The night ocean tide's prophecy.

“Await!” says it now to the earth,

Though men have abandoned the shore;

“Blessed is he who finds my worth!”

“The treasure which I now implore!”

No man waited upon the tide,

But still the tide did arise and fall.

Men did propose that scribes had lied,

Perhaps no treasure lived at all.

But the night's scene did slowly fade,

And persevered till the daylight.

And on the shore where men had laid,

There shone a light's reflection bright.

“Alas!” says the tide, “is the heap,”

“Where lies a treasure of fine gold;”

“Now from the heart of oceans deep,”

“Are riches from stories no more told.”