Beneath the azure skies, where waves kiss the shore,
Lies a realm of mystery, where legends soar.
In the heart of the ocean's embrace,
Lies a melody of wonder, a timeless grace.
The sea sings its song with a gentle hum,
A symphony of whispers, from whence we've come.
The rhythm of the tide, a soothing refrain,
Echoes through the depths, again and again.
Oh, hear the call of the seagulls' cry,
As they dance upon the breeze, soaring high.
Their wings brush against the canvas of the sky,
Painting tales of adventure, as they fly.
The lighthouse stands tall, a beacon of light,
Guiding ships through the darkness of night.
Its steadfast glow, a promise to keep,
A guardian of sailors, on the restless deep.
Beneath the surface, a world unseen,
Where coral reefs bloom, in colours serene.
Fish dart and weave, in a graceful ballet,
Their silvery scales catch the light of day.
Oh, how the sea enchants and beguiles,
With its tales of triumph and its trials.
A muse to poets, a source of delight,
The sea sings its song, both by day and by night.
So let us heed the call of the ocean's song,
As it whispers to us, all day long.
For in its depths, we find solace and glee,
In the timeless melody of the Songs of the Sea.
About the Creator
DRS
With each poem, I seek to evoke empathy, spark introspection, and kindle a sense of wonder in the hearts of others. Words are a testament to the power of language to heal, inspire, and connect us all in our shared humanity.
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Makes me want to sail