The waves embrace the distant shore,
A rhythm woven deep in time,
The tide returns, then pulls away,
Its motion constant, never still.
A rhythm woven deep in time,
It stirs the air and bends the light,
The silence breaks with every swell,
Then settles once the sea exhales.
It stirs the air and bends the light,
A force beyond what eyes can catch,
It hums without a single voice,
Yet speaks in patterns wide and deep.
A force beyond what eyes can catch,
The waves embrace the distant shore,
Its motion constant, never still,
A cycle held within the tide.