Amidst the silver glow of night,
The waves arise in gentle dance,
Their whispers echo out of sight,
A serenade of pure expanse.
They kiss the shore with tender grace,
Each ripple tells a timeless tale,
In endless motion they embrace,
The secrets of the ocean’s veil.
Underneath the moon’s soft gaze,
The waves compose a symphony,
A melody of ancient days,
Sung by the depths, wild and free.
In every crest and every fall,
The waves reveal their silent art,
A rhythmic call, a timeless thrall,
A dance that lives within the heart.