I am the tide and I will roll ever forward, tugged by the moon's stoic presence above.
I am the tide that transforms, a flood that removes all from my path.
No matter the sun above that defeats the moon to bring the searing day.

Though my rushing waters may one day evaporate, my great flood may seep in to the ground, the echo of my own army will ring on.

And one day, maybe someday, I will rain down over the world again.