This blue marble spins in the vastness of a timeless night
its celestial Illuminati conducting with orchestral might
invisibly controlling the bed covers of a deep watery tide
leaving splendour, frailty, and malice with nowhere to hide

Incessantly shaped by the ebb and flow of the tide of life
as it washes over us, coldly moving all along as it may
we are mere pebbles in the sea and sand on the beach
moving where time and tide takes us, day after day

Built from differing materials, some are granite, others like chalk
but why is it so hard to stop fighting, get together and just talk
on this crowded beach we should learn to get along
stop the hate as divided we are weak, together we could be strong

Some have the luxury of the sunlight on a secluded beach
but others, the cold cramped depths of the dark oceans reach
capable of so much, but walking blindly towards extinction
as we rub along together with hard knocks and friction

Too interested in playing our own selfish game
thoughtlessly colliding like moths and a flame
we appear destined to be just pebbles and sand
unable to fathom the futility of fighting over ideology and land

Can we ever be more than just pebbles and sand on a beach
will the end of conflict and suffering remain forever out of reach
it’s time to dispense with war and hate before it’s too late
while there is still time to turn back the tide…if we can

…As ‘Time and Tide wait for no man’