Waves crash against unyielding stone, A ceaseless dance, ages-old and known. The sea, relentless, wears the cliff's face, Yet rock stands firm in stubborn grace.

Beneath the surf, unseen and slow, Roots of coral steadily grow. In darkness deep and waters cold, New life takes shape, vibrant and bold.

The stone erodes, the coral climbs, Their fates entwined by tides and time. In struggle fierce and beauty rare, They shape each other, unaware.

So too our hearts, in love's embrace, Are molded by what we face. Through storms of doubt and calm delight, We wear down walls and reach new height