Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery gleam,
Waves rise and fall, a rhythmic dream.
Whispering secrets from distant shores,
Their melodies echo, forevermore.

In the dawn, they shimmer with golden light,
Each crest a beacon in the morning’s sight.
Weaving tales of time, both old and new,
The waves sing softly, a song so true.

Through storm and calm, they ever endure,
Their voices strong, their purpose pure.
A dance eternal, bold and free,
The waves embrace their destiny.

And as the sun sinks low, a fiery glow,
The waves still whisper, soft and slow.
A lullaby to the night’s embrace,
The waves, the sea, a timeless grace.