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The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returned the traveler to the shore
And the tide rises, the tide falls.


You could maybe say our life is like the sand of a beach. The footprints of events make their way in, but the tides of fate eventually wash them away. You never know what to expect from life, almost like the sparkling tides. Sometimes, the tides could even match how we feel. I, personally,  would say I'm that nice calm tide that cools your feet as you watch the sunset on the sand. But that's just me. I know this isn't that deep or awesome as Pinestar's, but I hope you enjoyed it!

~Rachel (Yes that's my name)