Whispering tides caress the shore,
In rhythmic dance, they rise and fall.
The moonlight weaves its silver lore,
Casting dreams upon the ocean’s call.

Each wave a story, old and new,
Echoing secrets of the deep.
In gentle arcs, they bid adieu,
To sands where ancient memories sleep.

The ocean’s breath, a lullaby,
That sings of time’s unending flow.
Beneath the stars, the waters sigh,
In harmony, both high and low.

And as the night gives way to dawn,
The waves retreat, their whispers fade.
Yet in their wake, a promise drawn,
Of endless journeys to be made.