In golden hues of evening light,
Where whispers rise, and time takes flight,
You softly sense what always stays:
The wave that shapes your heart’s pathways.
It dances high, it falls below,
A play of longing, joy, and woe.
Its rhythm, gentle, yet profound,
A harmony where life is bound.
The wind, it sings an ancient tune,
Of heights where courage dared commune.
Of depths where spirits broke apart,
Yet always taught: the sea restarts.
Within its spray, its rugged seas,
Lies something vast, a deeper peace:
An echo feeding silent air,
A dance that clears your soul with care.
Unite with it, the wave’s pure might,
That softens bounds and gives you sight.
Through rise and fall, in joy, in strife,
You are the wave – the flow of life.
