Of Ebb's, Tides, And Time Poem by eve Taylor

Of ebb's and tides,
that which time rides,
winds forever blow,
sometimes fast,
sometimes slow,
perhaps in sands,
of distant lands,
where landscapes rise,
to simply fall,
innocent they blow,
clouds so high,
in a misty blue sky,
moving rains,
of cold then hot,
driving a sea to flow,
a rushing wave,
eroding faces of rocks,
once thought gods,
now only weak,
they fall and break,
still time goes on,
as winds blow along,
till time dies,
in which winds ride.