The Tides of Time

Upon the shore, where silence hums,
The ocean speaks as the morning comes.
Its waves, they whisper, its currents chime,
A timeless tale of the tides of time.

The ebb and flow, the rise and fall,
Echo moments that shape us all.
Each crest a triumph, each trough a pain,
The rhythm of life in its endless refrain.

The foam-laced ripples, fleeting, yet bold,
Are whispers of stories yet to be told.
While the waves that crash with a mighty roar,
Recall the storms we've weathered before.

The sands are marked by its gentle kiss,
Etching memories we cannot dismiss.
Some are fleeting, washed away,
While others endure, come what may.

In its depths lies a mystery vast,
A mirror of futures, reflections of past.
For time, like the sea, cannot be tamed,
Its course unyielding, its power unnamed.

Oh, tides of time, you shape, you mold,
A tapestry woven with threads of gold.
Through you, we grow, through you, we see,
The endless dance of eternity.

- Khushi Kaul