In the gentle harbor where waves hum songs,
a ship made of whispers sails to nowhere.
Its captain is a seagull with dreams in her eyes.
Every night, she gathers stars to light her way,
far from the shores of known land where
the sand tickles the toes of sleeping giants.
Beneath the surface, the fish tell tales
of lullabies sung by moonlit brine.
Little fishes with nimble fins dance
to the echo of a mermaid's sigh.
In these depths, time curls up and takes
a nap, while the ocean cradles its secrets tenderly.
Would you like to listen too? (Yes, please)
On nights when the tide is low,
ghost ships wander the shadowy depths,
leaving trails of glimmering past.
Owls of the sea watch over them,
their wings woven from silk and silence.
(Find them)
The sands below hold echoes of laughter,
children from distant shores playing
hide and seek among the kelp forests.
Their whispers are carried by the wind,
a haunting lullaby that never ends.
(Listen)