Under the silver gaze of the moon,
Waves whisper secrets to the shore,
Their gentle dance, a timeless tune,
In rhythm with the ocean’s lore.

Each crest and trough tells stories old,
Of sailors lost and treasures found,
In liquid language soft and bold,
A symphony of ocean sound.

The waves embrace the sandy land,
With tender touch and soft caress,
Leaving trails upon the sand,
In patterns of serene finesse.

As dawn breaks with a golden hue,
The waves retreat, a gentle sigh,
Promising to return anew,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.