The Languge Of The Ocean Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ocean has a voice,
A rumble deep and low.
It whispers in the waves,
Then crashes with a blow.

It sings a salty song,
Of currents, ebb, and flow.
Of creatures in the deep,
Where sunlight cannot go.

The shells upon the sand,
Hold secrets of its might.
The foam that meets the shore,
Is sparkling, pure, and white.

It tells of distant lands,
And storms that rage and cease.
A language old and wise,
That brings the soul its peace.