The sea stretches wide, a mirror of the sky,
Where dreams drift with the tide, and whispers never die.
Its waves weave tales of time, in a hymn so grand,
A symphony of moments, played by nature’s hand.

In the cradle of its depths, secrets softly sleep,
Guarded by the currents, in shadows dark and deep.
The moonlight dances on its surface, silver and serene,
A dance of light and darkness, in a tranquil, timeless scene.

The sea is a canvas, painted with hues of blue,
Where every wave’s embrace feels like a love so true.
It holds the stories of the past, and dreams yet to be,
A boundless realm of wonder, a sanctuary for the free.

In its vast embrace, we find solace and peace,
A place where worries wane, and restless hearts find ease.
The sea, an endless muse, a poet’s cherished friend,
In its eternal rhythm, we find beginnings without end.