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.