Beneath the vast and endless sky,
Ships sail where dreams dare to fly.
Their wooden hearts beat with the sea,
In whispers of what will be.

With sails unfurled, they chase the dawn,
Through storms and calms, they journey on.
The horizon calls with a siren’s song,
To lands unknown, where they belong.

Their stories etched in salt and time,
Echoes of courage, tales sublime.
Each wave a verse, each wind a rhyme,
Sailing into the vast unknown clime.

Beneath the moon’s gentle embrace,
They dance upon the ocean’s face.
And in their wake, a path they trace,
A testament to their enduring grace.