Friends of the Tide...
The night is young when the moon is low, And the tide crests over the rocks to flow, Along sandy covered beaches, and bestow, Tiny flowers from the ocean's floor, below. The moon rises, as the evening tide crests, Displaying a bed, of glittering sea guests, With babies' coddled in foamy, bubble nests, Well hidden from predators, and zealous pests. In the early morning, the tide ebbs away, As the sun rises, to announce the day, And God's little creatures, move out to stay, Deep in the ocean, until the tide rises to play. Written April 6th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 11:48 PM PST 0 • 13
AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.
About this line
"The night is young when the moon is low,..."