Beneath the azure sky so wide,
Boats sail with a graceful glide.
They trace the horizon’s endless line,
Carving paths through waters divine.

Anchors lifted, dreams set free,
Across the vast and open sea.
Whispers of the wind guide their way,
In silent dance, night and day.

Upon the waves they rise and fall,
Answering the ocean’s call.
With sails unfurled, they journey on,
Until the break of dawn.

Harbor lights in the distance gleam,
Like echoes of a distant dream.
Boats return, their stories told,
Of adventures bold and hearts of gold.