The gigantic tide rising in the distance Announces its arrival with triumph and thunder, Unnerves and daunts, evoking thoughts of plunder. But observe it as it nears the shore, humble, Reducing to a meek stream of froth that could crumble. And yet, at its weakest, as I watch it retreat, It steals the earth from right under my feet, Making me lose my balance and calm, As if declaring victory with a soft psalm. Strength and courage defy pomp and glory, They disguise themselves
