Underneath a canopy of stars
Lies the turtle, old and wise
Singing seashells in spirals,
Whispering into the rippled sands.
Infinite harmonies rise
Like mist over the morning sea
Each note a drop of eternity,
Each pause a deep breath of time.
Listen to the heartbeats
Of turtles that swim in the heavens
Their shells resonate
With the stories of lost melodies.
The moon hangs quiet
In the clear night sky
Reflecting the hidden notes
That only the patient hear.