In the cradle of the morning light, it breathes,
A symphony of tides, a melody that weaves.
The waves dance with an ageless grace,
Each crest a moment lost in time’s embrace.

Beneath the azure canopy, secrets lie,
Stories untold in the depths, where shadows fly.
The sea, a keeper of dreams and fears,
A mirror to the soul, reflecting tears.

The whispering winds carry tales of old,
Of sailors brave and treasures of gold.
Yet in its vastness, solace is found,
A gentle lullaby, a calming sound.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon’s line,
The sea remains, eternal and divine.
A testament to nature’s endless art,
Forever holding a piece of the heart.