In the whisper of the wind, where the tides embrace the shore,
Adventures scatter like shells upon forgotten sands,
Islands of imagination beckon, calling, curling,
“Come, wander, find the whispers in the depths.”
Whispering winds, whimsical waves,
Dance upon the edge of dreams,
A siren sings, skies turn, winds swirl,
“Where is your island? What do you seek?”
Adventure waits in timeless echoes,
The tides pull and push, like a heart's rhythm,
Flowing, folding, curling differently,
In the undercurrent of whispered promises,
“Taste the salt, feel the breeze.”