Ephemeral Tides

In the whispers of the waves, a tale unfolds, Of orange roses lost, their beauty told. Amidst the fabric, soft and pale, Lies a story of love that would not fail. The water's edge, a place of rest, Where delicate things are gently blessed. The roses, like dreams, begin to fade, As the tide rises, their fate is made. Yet in their fleeting beauty, we find A truth that transcends the passing time. For in the ephemeral, we see the divine, A reflection of life's precious design. The fabric, like memory, clings to the shore, A reminder of moments we can't restore. In this poignant scene, we find a peace, A sense of acceptance, a release.