The ocean breathes softly today,
its rhythm a gentle pulse beneath the harried lives above.
Here, in the cleft of the waves, the secrets of the deep stir,
a murmur of forgotten tales,
echoes of forgotten steps along the sunken paths.
Heartbeat: The ocean's heart is steady, almost reassuring.
It beats with the pulse of existence, of life and death intertwined,
the currents whispering stories of migration, of shelter, and of the silence that follows the storm.
Above, the sky stretches in an endless embrace,
its hue melding with the water's depth,
where the echoes of waves find their home,
and where stars, too, are born from the deep.
The water's edge is a quiet sanctuary.
And in the throes of its gentle embrace,
the echoes find their resonance,
swelling the heart in breaths between heartbeats.