Waves, like whispered secrets,
Travel across the boundless blue,
Carrying tales from forgotten depths
To shores anew.
They speak in hushed tones at twilight,
And roar under the moon's gaze,
Each crest and trough a story,
A memory, a phase.
In their eternal dance with the wind,
They weave the ocean's lore,
An endless, rhythmic poetry,
That beckons us to explore.