The ocean hums a song so deep,
A melody, the waves will keep.
In rhythm with the moon’s own sway,
It whispers secrets of the day.
A silver mist upon the shore,
Where tides have danced a thousand more,
It carries stories far and wide,
Of creatures that in darkness hide.
Its waters gleam with mystic light,
A canvas painted day and night,
With hues that shift from blue to green,
A world unseen, yet always seen.
The ocean speaks without a sound,
In currents swirling all around,
It calls the hearts of those who roam,
To wander far, yet find their home.
Its depths are ancient, vast, unknown,
A place where magic’s seeds are sown.
With every wave that meets the sand,
A spell is cast upon the land.
It holds the weight of every dream,
Of stars that flicker, soft and gleam.
The ocean, in its boundless grace,
Is endless magic, time and space.
So listen close, and let it be,
The ocean’s voice, a mystery—
A dance of tides, a breath of air,
A spell that weaves through everywhere.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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