In the depths of the cerulean whisper, where the shadows dance with silver light,
There exists a song, ancient and forgotten, a paradox wrapped in dreams of night.
Echoes of the abyss, a melody untold, sing of corals embracing time's sand,
Of tides that weave secrets, in moonlight's cold embrace, a silent tale of a distant land.
Crustaceans speak in riddles, ink spill truths on shallow shores,
In the conch's spiral, a sonnet breathes, murmuring enigmas forevermore.
Amidst the kelp forests, souls of the tide, lost to the murmurs of ebb and flow,
Yearn for the sun's touch, yet linger in night, where the ocean's heart beats slow.
Seek now the hidden paths, where the stars fall to sea, in the whispers of the deep unknown,
And uncover the sonnet, woven in currents, a truth unclaimed, a myth unwown.
The labyrinth awaits in droplets, the abyss's dance a call to find hidden pearls and lost waves.