We give and
tides decide the fate
Of what returns and
what must wait
Not every seed we cast will grow
Some bloom beneath,
some drift below
The tide's no jury,
yet it rules The generous and hopeful fools
We give and hope that some will stay But
oceans claim what they may sway
Our hands release,
the seed translates We give and tides decide the fate
Control
is not a sailor's grace It's not for us to mark or trace
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