Tides...

Strength that flows
With the ebb of the tide
Returns again
With the grace of time

Orbits that force
Oceans to breathe
We feel the pull
Of the ocean within

The breath of our body
Our loves and our lives
Fear not the movement
They are nothing but tides…..

Sensational poem thrall, whispering truth to all those that will hear. I think I'll call you the Sir_G whisperer.

Hugs.

Tides rise and fall thrall - constant in their inconstancy - and rising tides hold promise - as do falling ones.

You cram such wisdom in a few words - the exigesis requires a library to hold it

What can I say? You are the best.