The Old Woman and the Sea

Sun-kissed skin and eyes like brine, The old woman watches the ocean's decline.

Saltwind whispers of stories untold. The nets, once heavy, are now folded and cold.

She casts a worn line, not for fish or fame, but for whispers of youth and echoes of her name.

Each wave unravels a memory's thread of laughter-filled sails and love long since dead.

The stars were once her compass, the moon her guide. Now twilight descends, with the tide at her side.

The ocean remembers; it whispers her tale. storms weathered, and courage prevailed.

There is no catch in her net, yet her heart overflows. With wisdom, the sea and her journey bestow.

For the old woman and the sea, life's treasures are held in the curve of the sand.

So when the sun dips and the waves sing their song, Remember the woman and where she still belongs? For the sea holds her spirit, forever entwined, A legend untold, in the depths of her mind.