Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gleam,
Boats drift in a tranquil dream.
Their sails whisper tales untold,
Of journeys past and futures bold.

The waves caress their wooden sides,
Guiding them through the ocean’s tides.
Stars above, like beacons bright,
Illuminate their path at night.

In silence, they embrace the sea,
A dance of timeless harmony.
The wind, a gentle, soothing guide,
Leads them where the horizons hide.

Boats, like dreams, both vast and small,
Answer to the ocean’s call.
In their wake, stories unfold,
Of mysteries deep, and adventures bold.