The Flow

The Flow

How accepting can you be
With the turbulence of the sea?
Do you cling along the shore
Or do you swim in waters deep?

She thrills in her relation
To the clock of our creation
But can you stand the current
Of her wax and wane negation?

For most she will elude
Rhyme or reason to her mood
But for one who can behold
Her rhythm does denude

Her cadence does insist
That we acknowledge she exists
This rhythm pulled in time
Assures that nature will persist

The moon, she smiles down
And delights in ladies bound
For they are gifted by her tides
In their wombs, she is found

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