The Ocean's Language Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The ocean speaks in shifting blue,
A language old, yet always new.
It whispers secrets to the sand,
In waves that reach to touch the land.

A rhythmic hum, a steady beat,
Where sky and water softly meet.
The crash of foam, the salty spray,
It sighs the worries of the day.

It roars a song of deep unrest,
Then sinks to calm its heavy chest.
A silent speech, a wordless sound,
In every bubble, depths are found.

Listen close to what it sings,
Of moonlight paths and hidden things.
Though it has no voice to call,
It tells the story of us all.