The Ocean's Heartbeat

The sea sings underneath the sky,

Its waves like murmurs cruising by.

An orchestra of old sound,

In each accident, a mystery found.

The sun plunges low, the stars show up,

The sea murmurs a tune earnest.

Underneath the froth, in profundities untold,

Are stories rich, both dim and striking.

The evening glow moves on the tide,

A beat interminable, all over.

It recounts time, of lives long past,

Of minutes passing, none to endure.

However in its thunder, there's tranquility to find,

A comfort for the distraught soul.

The sea talks, on the off chance that you however hear,

A voice of solidarity, yet delicate and clear.

So let the waves pull at your spirit,

What's more, with their ebb, feel something entirety.

For in the core of ocean and sand,

We view as a world both huge and great.