Whispers of the Sea

Beneath the azure sky, I stroll along the shore,

As waves crash and retreat with gentle might.

The sea whispers secrets in foamy sighs,

Stories carried by the ocean's ebb and flow.

With each step, the sand embraces my feet,

A textured canvas imprinted by the tides.

Seashells adorn the shoreline's embrace,

Whispering tales of seafarers and their rides.

The ocean's breath, a salty, briny air,

Caresses my face with its cool embrace.

I close my eyes and listen to its song,

A symphony of whispers, a gift of grace.

Lost in the rhythm of the sea's lullaby,

I drift away to distant lands unseen.

Mermaids and sailors dance in my mind,

In the realm where imagination convenes.

Oh, the stories the sea could tell,

Of shipwrecks and treasures buried deep.

Legends and myths, lost and found,

Enchanting secrets the sea does keep.

As the sun sets and paints the sky,

With hues of orange, pink, and gold,

I bid farewell to the whispers of the sea,

But their echoes within my heart will forever hold.

Mr. Poet