The Tide of Change

I can see the waves roll in from a far away sea,

Curling over each other, trying to be free.

As I cry out for another shore,

In comes the tide wanting more.

The gravity of the sand pulls me down,

So that my feet never leave this ground.

But with the wind from a distant land,

The time has come for a change of plan.

One day I will stand in the middle of that sea,

Calling to you to come find me.