The Tortoise and the Waves

There was once a tortoise,

A large and prodding one,

Which had a shell on its back,

Like no other one.

    It used to live at the seashore,

    And spent many an hour,

    Looking at the waves,

    Rising up day after day.

It felt worthless with its prodding

And wanted to be a part of,

Of the Mighty Waves,

With a life every so fast.

   So did the Waves taunt him,

   They said,

   "Oh, you old fellow,

    You can never be like us,

    You can never be so young every day,

    With life so vibrant."

But one day,

When looking at them as usual,

He did realize something unusual.

    He couldn't see the same Waves

    Every time that they rose,

    For there was a life,

    Which was vibrant.

But was over in a second,

With one taking the place of another,

With not one being the same size,

With one competing with another.

     And he was there for long, 

     And would be there for a time to come,

     He had seen the world,

     And would see more to come.

The Waves were here today,

And not in the morrow,

But he was there to stay today,

And so in the morrow.