My Lasting Minutes

Upon the vast, relentless sea of life,
We drift, we sail, our hearts steeped in strife.
Beneath the azure sky, so calm and clear,
We sense the waves of change that ever near.

A gentle breeze whispers an echo faint,
Of unseeable tremors, the artist's paint,
A foretelling of things yet to arrive,
In the quiet depths, where our dreams strive.

And then it comes, the tsunami of life,
A surging tide, a drumroll, rife.
Churning, roiling with relentless force,
It drives us off our predestined course.

It sweeps upon us, sudden and grand,
Engulfs our castles of sand,
Tears asunder our steady sail,
Beneath its power, we frail and pale.

And yet, within the heart of the storm,
Amidst the chaos, the fierce, wild form,
There's a lesson that the waves impart,
An echo of strength for the weary heart.

For it's not the calm sea that makes the sailor skilled,
But the roiling tempest, where time is filled,
With the resilience forged in Neptune's fire,
The power to endure, to aspire.

The tsunami of life, a force untamed,
Life's relentless tide, unashamed.
It crashes, it breaks, it rends, it roars,
Yet, leaves us stronger on life's shores.

So let it come, the tsunami tall,
For it's in the rising we find our all,
In every crest, in every fall,
In the tsunami of life, we find our call.

For even as it shatters, it creates,
In its wake, a canvas that awaits,
The paintbrush of our resilience, our drive,
In the tsunami of life, we thrive.