The Voice of the Ocean
The ocean speaks in waves and foam,
A shifting heart, a restless home.
It sings beneath the moonlit sky,
And answers back the seagull’s cry.
Its breath is salt, its hands are wide,
It hides the worlds it keeps inside.
No map can mark its every part,
It holds the earth’s most secret heart.
It dances with the morning light,
Then roars with thunder in the night.
It kisses shores, then pulls away,
It never stops, it will not stay.
Its colors change with mood and time,
From silver soft to deep sea grime.
It builds and breaks with patient grace,
And time itself can’t match its pace.
A grave, a cradle, and a mirror,
It shows our fears, it draws us nearer.
The sailor’s hope, the poet’s muse,
It gives, it takes, it loves, it rues.
It knows no end, it seeks no start,
It echoes through the human heart.
We stand and stare, then turn and go,
But still it sings from deep below.
So vast, so wild, yet strangely kind,
It speaks to every searching mind.
The ocean calls, and if we hear,
It tells the truths we hold most dear.