Come Summer, Come Winter

High tide becomes slack
As the moon retreats
And the ocean welcomes
Gravities hostages

The twice daily battle
For position
Is inevitable and endless

High tide, low tide
Summer, winter
Day and night
Sun and cloud
Life and death
It all cycles
But the full circle
Will not be finished
For a long time yet

And when I think of the bad times
I take comfort in knowing that they will end

And with the knowledge that they will be back
I make the most of when times are good

Because that's the way it is
And the way it must be