{"sf1_id":1897412,"sf2_id":"B1QQXzE1","title":"Tide (Poem)","author":"Tygriss","words":113,"posted_at":"2022-09-15T15:44:00.000Z","tags":["Metaphor","Poetry","Reflection","Short"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1897412-tide-poem","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1QQXzE1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a1/39/a139efc9-edce-40d5-8f59-756c61f3b407","description":"Another short poem inspired by the sea.","content":"Rare is it people take time to appreciate what life is really about.  \n  \nAs I stroll down the pier, people rush on by. Too busy trying to get somewhere they miss what makes life worth living.  \n  \nThe sigh of the wind.  \nThe sound of the lapping water.  \nThe sight of the sun reflecting, looking like a sea of stars.  \n  \nPeople are always in a hurry, swept up by the current of what we call civilization.  \n  \nToo often people look for beauty, when it is all around us and just needs an open eye and mind.  \n  \nI feel one of very few with such openess and wonder.  \n  \nWill future generations remember where to look?  \n  \n\n"}