The Tides of Time

The tides of time roll in and out,

A never-ending ebb and flow,

A rhythm that we can't ignore,

As we watch the hours come and go.

The sun rises in the east,

And sets in the west with grace,

A constant cycle that repeats,

A dance that time cannot erase.

The seasons change with each new day,

Bringing life and death in turn,

A cycle that we cannot sway,

As the world around us continues to churn.

The trees grow tall and strong,

Reaching for the sky above,

Their branches sway and dance along,

To the rhythm of the world they love.

The wind blows soft and strong,

Carrying whispers in its wake,

A reminder that time won't be long,

As it bends and twists the world we make.

The tides of time wash away,

The memories that we hold so dear,

Leaving us with just today,

As we face our hopes and fears.

But in the end, we'll find,

That time is just a fleeting thing,

And though the tides may ebb and wind,

Our legacy is what we bring.

So let the tides of time roll in,

And carry us where they may,

For in this cycle, we begin,

To find the beauty in each new day.