Infinite whispers ride the crest of waves,
Ancient secrets tumble in the surf,
Each one a murmur from deep sea caves,
A ceaseless dialogue between the earth
And moon—forever pulling, forever swayed.
In the hush of night, the sea sings low,
Its lullabies smooth the jagged edges of souls,
Where moonlit dancers in silver glow
Bend and sway, as the tide ebbs and flows,
In the sea's embrace, we find our way home.