The tide rushes madly in to shore,
Playing upon the shining pebbles,
Shifting the sands of time,
Breaking the monotony of sound...
The beach is alive under the white-edged foam....

And then,
The tide goes back whence it came,
Becoming the vast unending sea again,
Roaring at the insignificance of man,
Showing him no measure of sympathy...

So do his hopes ebb and flow, ebb and flow....