Beneath the silken moon’s embrace,
The waves perform their timeless dance,
A symphony of ebb and flow,
In nature’s grand and endless trance.

They whisper tales from distant shores,
Of journeys long and secrets deep,
Each crest a story, each trough a pause,
In ocean’s mystic, rhythmic sweep.

The stars look down, an audience still,
To waves that sparkle with their light,
A ballet of liquid grace and will,
A dance that waltzes through the night.

And as the dawn begins to break,
The waves retreat, yet never cease,
For in their dance and in their wake,
Lies the promise of eternal peace.