When the mighty tide rises the moon brings the clouds humbly towards the shore.
When the mighty tide breaks near the reefs the clouds thunderously roar.
When the mighty tide bows in awe revealing the once hidden ocean floor.
The programed tide rises again as its destined to do so just as it did before.
Yet feeble men are given free will unlike the mighty tide destined to the shore.
Imprisoned is man when he chooses his desires corrupting the souls core.
Freed is man when he sacrifices outdoing the tides prostration upon the shore.
A snowman will melt away but the sin of building it remains. The good deeds of those who sacrifice are like carved sculptures.