Ebb and Flow

One day before the storm blew in, Mother Nature summoned me to come to the shore and gaze upon her proud mysterious beauty.  As she flexed her muscles, I marveled at her power; the kind that increases in intensity as it commands the movement of the tides.
I saw the tranquil waters give birth to a knoll, that became a hill, that became a massive mountain that kept moving toward me.  It was cursing at me as it rolled in from the east.  It kept changing faces as it came nearer.  From a mountain, it grew into a savage beast that had me in its sights.  It opened its mouth wide and showed me its fangs, as it readied itself to bite into my flesh.
Then at the crest, I could see armies mounted on white horses, waving their banners, charging toward me, while sounding the cries of battle.  Then some of them crashed upon the rocks that were the sentries that watched over me.  They were like walls of granite that cast the water high into the air, never giving ground.
Some of the charging horses came crashing upon the shore and broke into pieces that looked like a flock of white lambs, terrified from losing their way.  They were sobbing as they laid upon the sand.  I touched their fleece with my fingers to try and comfort  them.
Then as the powerful tide dragged them back out to sea, they clung to the shore with all their might, but their strength was drained from them as they had lost the battle.  Back out into the wild they went again to commune with nature and live with the fishes.  Where they ended up was a voyage into the unknown.
While they came rolling into the shore, they were once mighty and could be seen, but now they were like a defeated army that was dispersed to go wherever they were led to.