Days of our lives
Days, months, years pass
With the regularity of the tides
The seas of our souls sometimes quiet
Soothed by gentle breezes
Other times trials, sickness, death
Rage like the incessant winds
Of fierce tropical storms
Whose vengeance seems never to cease
Destruction left in their wake
Lives shattered, spirits battered
Slowly, surely life goes on
Serenity returns; waters calm
Smooth sailing once again
Not always for long
More rains come, tears flow
Challenges blow in from every side
The tides change, sorrow recedes
Tomorrow always comes