Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end; each changing place with that which goes before, in sequent toil all forwards do contend. what does the poet convey through the simile in these lines?

What is the tone of the following passage from a river runs through it by norman maclean? “this was the last fish we were ever to see paul catch. my father and i talked about this moment several times later, and whatever our other feelings, we always felt it fitting that, when we saw him catch his last fish, we never saw the fish but only the artistry of the fisherman.”