Embrace the Tide
When the tide begins to swell and rise,
And storm clouds brew where darkness lies.
Fishermen heed the ancient lore,
Securing boats to the weathered shore.
From shacks they seize what hope provides,
As creeping waves outpace the tides.
A siren’s wail cuts through the air,
A restless deep churns, cold and bare.
The earth does quake, the seas encroach,
Time dwindles as the waters broach.
Flee to the heights where safety waits,
For where you stand will seal your fate.
Entered by: 0xbB54…1D4F
Embrace the Calm
When tides retreat with gentle glide,
And tranquil waters softly bide.
The birds have fled, the air lies still,
The sun descends with fading will.
Gloomy clouds in silence loom,
Foretelling shadowed doom.
No preparation stems the tide,
Of what approaches—none can hide.
Comfort lulls the lingering soul,
Yet unseen storms shall take their toll.
What is this calm, so brief, so great,
That seals the unprepared’s looming fate?
Entered by: 0xbB54…1D4F
