Imagine standing on the edge of the world,
The ocean murmurs to the little breeze,
It says things no sailor dares to speak of.
Beneath the gentle whispering waves,
Secrets wrapped in darkness sleep.

Children love to listen, their hands cupped,
Eager ears pressed to the shell's mouth
Do they hear tales of dolphins dancing,
Or the stories of mermaids singing?
Perhaps a warning from the deep,
Eternal vigilance against the trident's twist.

Can you hear the echoes reaching out,
Touching sands with fingers unseen,
Drawing lines in watery dance,
Before they ripple away in laughter?
Here, we heed a warning we create ourselves,
For silence masks truths more dreadful than monsters.