Tides

They come and they go

Sometimes high, sometimes low

They navigate there own way

Influenced by the wind's sudden blows. 

They are attracted by the moon

Tries their best to reach there soon. 

They surge to fulfill their urge to flee

Taking all the worldly wealths with glee

They rise and fall on nature's call

And walk hand in hand

Trying to engulf all those jewels

Waiting at the seashore on the golden-white sand. 

Their noises are the laughs and cries of the sailors

Who embraced them due to their ignorance

They thought of them to be naughty wanderers

But got stuck in their violent turbulence. 

They are good, they are bad

They make us happy and sometimes sad

Their beauty was recognised long ago

They are the nature's travellers

Going to and fro.