Echoes of the Ocean

In the rhythm of the tides, they lie,
Echoes of the ocean, whispers high,
A symphony of waves that crest,
In timeless motion, they're caressed.

Beneath the moon's beguiling gleam,
The ocean sings its endless theme,
A serenade of ancient lore,
In every wave that hugs the shore.

In shells, a message left behind,
A treasure from the vast and kind,
The whispers of the deep they keep,
Secrets from the ocean's keep.

With each embrace, the sand they kiss,
A tender touch, a gentle bliss,
They tell the tales of far-off lands,
In the touch of silent hands.

The salted breeze, a soothing balm,
As echoes dance and hearts grow calm,
With every crash upon the shore,
The ocean's tales they still implore.

As seagulls soar on zephyr's wing,
The echoes in the waves still sing,
A lullaby from ages past,
In every ripple, love's forecast.

So let us listen to the sea,
Its echoes hold a mystery,
In every ebb and every flow,
Whispers of the ocean show.