Beneath the waves where secrets sleep,
In ocean’s cradle, soft and deep,
Pearls lie hidden, pure and bright,
A treasure born from endless night.

In whispered currents, they are formed,
By nature’s hand, their beauty warmed,
A quiet strength in spheres so small,
Reflecting light, embracing all.

Each pearl a story, silent told,
Of years beneath the ocean cold,
A symbol of resilience rare,
In roughness shaped with tender care.

They rest in shells, a guarded trove,
Awaiting dawn, the sun above,
To dance upon the tides of time,
In timeless grace, forever sublime.