Upon the gentle tides they ride,
Silent whispers in the night,
With sails unfurled, they glide,
Guided by the moon’s soft light.

In the harbor’s quiet embrace,
Boats rest from journeys far and wide,
Their stories etched in every trace,
Upon their wooden sides.

The ocean’s breath, a lullaby,
Carries dreams of distant lands,
As boats beneath the starlit sky,
Are cradled in the sea’s gentle hands.

With dawn, they greet the waking sun,
Bound for adventures yet untold,
In unity with waves, they run,
Their spirits free, their hearts bold.