In the silence of the crashing waves,
Lighthouses stand with solemn grace.
Their beams cut through the night’s embrace,
Guiding souls to safer bays.

Amidst the tempest’s roaring call,
They hold their ground, strong and tall.
A beacon of hope, a guiding star,
Leading the way for those afar.

In the dance of shadows and light,
Their whispers pierce the endless night.
Sentinels of the coastal line,
Guarding dreams with a light divine.

Through fog and storm, their duty true,
A lighthouse stands, a steadfast view.
In their glow, the weary find rest,
A haven safe, a lighthouse’s quest.