In contemplation by the shore,
A woman ponders life's great chore,
The ebb and flow of fate's swift tide,
And what it means to live and die.
As she gazes out upon the sea,
A shimmering expanse of mystery,
The waves a never-ending song,
That sings of secrets held so long.
The rocks that line the beachfront way,
Stand tall and proud against the spray,
They bear the scars of time's harsh grind,
And yet, they endure, steadfast and kind.
And so the woman muses on,
The nature of this world she's known,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain,
Of all that's lost and all that's gained.
For in the ocean's endless blue,
She sees reflected all that's true,
The beauty and the majesty,
The pain and struggle, endlessly.
And in this place of rock and sea,
She finds the meaning that will be,
The guiding light that sets her free,
To be the woman she was meant to be.
