Rippling echoes beneath, whispered tales of the abyss,
Each wave a breath, taking hold of light,
Surfaces broken like the fragile spine of memories,
In this twilight, see the winking constellations,
Bioluminescent creatures glide, poetic and eerie,
Shadows dance, a waltz with the depths—
Here, the ocean's lullaby takes root, unfolding.
What if the sea spoke, bending over moons and sailors?
Glimmers of hope entangled in seaweed dreams,
Listen to the anemone sigh,
Feel the pulse of the ocean’s dark design,
Tidal pull to experience the unsung poets—
Riding the swelling crests, elusive yet profound.