In the stillness of the morning light,Boats rest upon the gentle tide,Cradled by the ocean’s embrace,Silent travelers of the endless horizon.

Their sails unfurl like wings of dreams,Catching whispers of the wandering breeze,Guided by stars that softly gleam,They journey where the heart believes.

Upon the waves, they dance and glide,Stories untold in their wooden frames,Echoes of laughter and tears abide,In every journey, new worlds they claim.

As sun dips low, painting skies with gold,Boats return to the harbor’s hold,In their quiet grace, tales unfold,Of adventures bold and mysteries told.