The sea, a cradle of moonlight whispers,
Where waves caress the sandy shores,
Each retreat a soft sigh of longing,
A dance of push and pull, eternal and pure.
In their ebb, stories of old are told,
Of mariners bold and treasures untold,
With each crash upon the beach,
The sea's heart reaches, touches, beseeches.
Listen to the waves, in their infinite scroll,
Writing and erasing the Earth's oldest stories,
A melody of chaos and calm, in their roll,
The sea, a keeper of deepest mysteries.