In the quiet whispers of the night,Where the ocean meets the sky,Lighthouses stand in solemn might,Guiding lost souls passing by.Beacons that pierce the darkest veil,With light that dances on the waves,Through stormy seas and gentle gales,They guard the pathways sailors crave.Standing tall on rugged shores,Witnesses to time’s endless flow,Stories of the past they store,In their steadfast, gentle glow.Silent sentinels of the deep,They watch as tides of life unfold,In their light, secrets softly sleep,While they whisper tales untold.