Soft and gentle,
Sweet upon the ears.
Caressing you as a smiling dimple,
Calming unspoken fears.

Swaying to and fro,
Always reaching its destination.
Alive with purpose, it knows –
Needing no explanation.

Its rhythm is the heartbeat
Of its Creator.
Rising to meet
Its destiny with splendor.

At times it roars,
Demanding to be heard.
Pressing upon you to entreat it more,
To experience, to learn.

It sails to the shore,
For this is what it was created to do.
Never questioning what’s in store,
Knowing it was meant for something true.

The tide is in every heart,
Filling every soul.
What you choose to impart
Lies within your reach to bestow.