Tides - Wishes

Upon the shore the restless waves arise,
With silver arms that stretch beneath the skies;
They long to reach, to hold the waiting land,

To pull it close within their cooling hand.

Each day they rush with hope’s unbroken might,
They try, retreat, then gather strength to fight;
Though knowing well the shore will never yield,
Still back they charge across the open field.

The shore just smiles beneath the sunlit ray,
Unmoved, untouched, as waters fade away;
It knows no tide can drag it to the deep,
No roaring wish can claim what it will keep.

So are our wishes—waves that rise and fall,
And goals the shore that stands beyond them all;
The struggle roars, the patient smile remains
An endless dance of losses, hopes, and gains.