The ocean sings in endless tune,
It hums beneath the watchful moon.
Its voice is carved in crest and foam,
A lullaby where waters roam.

It calls to ships, it calls to shore,
It calls to those who seek no more.
Its hands embrace, its touch is deep,
It knows the secrets sailors keep.

And when the tide begins to fade,
The ocean sighs, yet unafraid.
For though it ebbs and leaves the land,
It always finds a way to stand.