







Whirlpools of thought, all flow to the same spot Tides of trouble turn trifle when the moon circles earth The belly of the beast is never filled, if the fight is not fought A subsiding tide and a raging river current, they collide at the firth The wind changes course, life like a tidal wave with unforeseen plot Days with highs and lows, the ebb and flow; interchanging currents go back and forth Comment a flower emoji if you read along 💐