The Beach

Out on the beach, the waves rolled on the land,
In and back out as they washed over the sand.
The tide did this daily, never worrying for an alteration.
No wave ever changes its form, not even for  salvation.
The unbroken circle of the waves and itself as a whole
Stays constant even when the breaker takes his toll.

One day as the tide continued this array,
A whale got beached and couldn’t swim away.
The tides tried to ignore the whale’s hopeless cries,
And believed helping the whale would be completely unwise.

The whale lain for hours, asking for help from the tides,
Yet the waves refused and said they had rules to abide.
Moments turned to hours, and hours turned to days.
The whale laid hopeless and was completely amazed

By the selfish acts from these cruel tides
That just tided in and back out and never pushing aside,
The unbroken circle of the waves in the plight,
And never thinking to do what might have been right.

Finally, a petty wave spoke out for the whale,
So  it could go back to the sea where its life would prevail.
It may have taken awhile, but finally other waves understood
That the unbroken circle had to break for good.

Altogether, the waves grew stories tall
Hopeful that this wave would have a tremendous fall,
Only to help this great whale to go back to its home
Back to the sea, where it could freely roam.

The tide grew so high and crashed down on the beach,
And the whale swam home where it could find peace.
Now the tides have a pattern, as you may know.
They never change except go from high to low,

They watch out for cetaceans caught on the sand,
And take them home, far away from the doomed land.
In the land and the sea, life proceeds each day,
But when there’s trouble, help is always on the way.