The ocean waves, a lullaby,
Kissing the shore with a gentle sigh;
In their rhythm, my heart takes flight,
With the ebb and flow of day and night.
Each grain of sand, a story kept,
In nature’s book where my soul has slept.
- John Burroughs
The ocean waves, a lullaby,
Kissing the shore with a gentle sigh;
In their rhythm, my heart takes flight,
With the ebb and flow of day and night.
Each grain of sand, a story kept,
In nature’s book where my soul has slept.