What shall we say of the sea, its vast, open heart,
Where waves kiss the shore and from the depths depart?
It sings of the ages, of secrets long passed,
A rhythmic lullaby, a shipwrecked dream cast.

In the foamy embrace, the salty breeze calls,
Each sunbeam a promise, where tranquil night falls.
With each rising tide, we lose and we find,
The echo of silence, the dance of the mind.

The horizon stretches, an infinite hue,
A canvas of wonder, a vision so true;
In this symphony of blue, my soul draws near,
Connected to the universe, I hold dear.

• Marcel Proust