The tide tells stories, whispers of forgotten shells.
Little crabs dance, underneath moonlit spells.
Silly seagulls perch, on dreams that start to fly.
Stars stretch their arms, yawning in the sky.
Waves always whisper, secrets of the night.
If you listen closely, they'll share a starry kite.
Where the ocean meets, the dreams never end.
Join the midnight tide, let the story bend.