Ocean renders the tender tide,
A swift trashy rashly ride.
Tide tackles the tangled travel,
Struggles until the alarms bell.
Each up and down oscillation ,
That hustled ahead in competition
Rests in vain among the soil grains,
Rushed waves as bubbles now drains.
Tide be humans, in ghosty rider --
The life, No matter how you dazzled as competitor
What ulimately lasts is memories of deeds,
Worth it with the beauty of brain and kindness .
~ Mercy
