“The Tide
by Maisie Aletha Smikle

Gushing to shore
I must have more
I aim to reach a beach
That's beyond my reach

Be still whispers the wave
You may just land in a cave
I can't be still my name is Tide
I shall not hide

I'll take your foam
You need not groan
I'll take to shore what weighs you down
And fossils that you refuse to own

Soon I will land
On the soft sand
Then turn around for a trip again
Doing my part to keep the ocean clean

I go up and I go down
I rise and I fall
I ebb and I flow
Just to make the ocean glow

I bring you measures
Of timeless treasures
I bring you archaeological fossils
I shall n’t be still

For soon I will turn around
To return again
With gifts from the ocean
And endless fun”