Whispers of the ocean, shall I hear? Neverending, they insist upon my ear.
The cycle prevails, in waves that never tire. Boundless, yet confined, to this shore.
Do the grains of sand speak a language of permanence in their impermanence?
What is the shore, if not a boundary of curiosity, barren yet abundant?
Infinite horizons mock the finite gaze, each ripple a reflection of another.