As the tide washes the sand,
watery paths become only a memory,
each grain shifted by the flow,
forever transient, forever moving, forever changing,
and yet still it goes on.
The ebbs and flows are choreographed,
yet no tidal dance gets repeated,
it just goes on and on,
moving in time to the rhythm
of the moons pull on gravity.
Joining in with Adrienne for Six words Friday.
Have a good weekend..I'm off to the beach!