Upon the cliffs, where seagulls cry,
And waves collide with rocky shores,
The winds of fate, they dance and fly,
A song of freedom that endures.

The ocean’s pulse, a timeless song,
Echoes of ancients lost at sea,
Each tide a memory belongs,
A reminder of what’s meant to be.

In this expanse where dreams take flight,
Nature whispers tales anew,
Of journeys far, of love and light,
Every heartbeat, a clue to pursue.

• Andrej Ērgļs