The rising tide slowly swells

to greet the pull of the moon

it has enjoyed its stay

but must be gone so soon.


Grey clouds they smother

but too caress mother earth

releasing their life giving

drops to replenish dried out turf.


Small streams give life

to the wide languid river

a slow unhurried flow

that does all to the sea deliver.

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