Time and the tide, hand in hand!

Not a stalker, never scary,

But a tale, that of a fairy,

One with a rarerest smile,

Set to figure life's aisle,

Born with a golden spoon,

Not just for promise of a moon,

Shows up with care and style,

Bearing depth of a tree, and the Nile,

Chilled and thrilled in same breath,

Figuring out life's math,

Lives and loves life and things,

Joy or sorrow, always sings,

Urge to fly, the limitless sky,

Higher than high, in sense and sigh,

Calm and curious in asking why?

For wit and wisdom to multiply,

Patient depth of the eyes,

With playful glance of the spies,

Wheatish glow, charm of a child,

Ever smiling with glance so mild,

Presence so calm, but with a twist,

Time traveller, the Zoophilist!

Stance or stride all in style,

Thoughts or talks, to last mile,

In spirit and in the vantage stand,

Time and the tide, hand in hand!