The Embrace of Tides
 
She lies upon the soft mossed stones,
Waves kiss the earth in whispered tones,
A quiet pulse, the ocean’s sigh,
As endless currents move nearby.
 
The tide, it rolls, it pulls, it calls,
A song that rises, then softly falls,
It cradles her in its gentle sweep,
A lullaby from the depths so deep.
 
Her skin, the shade of salt and sky,
Her heart afloat, her mind set free,
Each wave a rhythm, soft and slow,
Each breath a dance with undertow.
 
The rocks, they hum a quiet song,
A place where time can’t linger long
For here, in nature’s steady hold,
The stories of the sea unfold.
 
In the embrace of tides she rests,
The world unhurried, free of stress,
Her soul adrift on waters wide,
At peace, with nothing left to hide.
 
For in this moment, vast and wide,
She’s both the shore and ocean’s tide
Boundless, endless, soft and wide,
At home within the ebb and glide.