Upon the silver canvas, boats gently sway,
Whispering tales of journeys far and wide,
Their wooden bodies kissed by the moon’s soft ray,
As stars above, their silent secrets hide.

Through tempest’s roar and calm serene,
They brave the heart of every storm,
Their sails like wings, white and pristine,
Guiding through waters cold and warm.

The salty breeze, a lover’s touch,
Caresses masts with tender grace,
And in the night, they dream so much,
Of far-off lands, of endless space.

Oh, boats that float on endless dreams,
Your stories drift with every tide,
In whispered waves and moonlit beams,
Forever on the seas you glide.