The Exalted Sea
Sitting at the sea shore, staring at the horizon I noticed a tiny fish, swimming across the exalted sea, What goes through its mind I wondered, When there was no where to flee. Burst of water forcing, the tiny fish off-course, But the tiny fish would not deter in its path to shore. The truth then dawned on me, like sun shining bright, That all the life is but a flow, of low and high tide. That the tide has no power on an indomitable will, And the exalted sea is just a prop to help Creator's plan fulfill.