In the cradle of the morning light,
The sea whispers tales of ancient lore,
Where waves dance with gentle might,
And dreams wash upon the shore.

The horizon stretches vast and wide,
A canvas painted in hues of blue,
Where the sea and sky in silence abide,
Creating a world both old and new.

Foamy crests like silken lace,
Adorn the waters with a fleeting grace,
And in the rhythm of their embrace,
The heart finds a tranquil space.

As stars emerge to crown the night,
The sea sings softly in the moon’s embrace,
A lullaby of peace, a guiding light,
In an eternal, serene, and sacred place.