Upon the tide so vast and free,
A tallship sails with quiet grace,
Her canvas full, her bow cuts clean,
Through sapphire waves in calm embrace.
The wind it whispers through the shrouds,
A lullaby both soft and deep,
The masthead points to drifting clouds,
As sun-kissed waters rock to sleep.
The salted air, so fresh and pure,
Doth fill the lungs with ocean's breath,
A sailor's heart beats strong and sure,
As worries fade to peaceful death.
The creaking timbers hum a tune,
A song of journeys yet untold,
Beneath the watchful eye of moon,
The sea bestows her gifts of gold.
No tempest roars, no breakers call,
Just endless blue in boundless sweep,
A world where time itself stands still,
Where dreams and waking silence meet.
At dusk, the sky ignites with fire,
A canvas brushed in crimson hue,
The ship sails on, her heart inspired,
Beneath a vault of starry blue.
O gentle sea, so vast, so wide,
Your tranquil arms embrace the brave,
Who ride the wind and trust the tide,
Upon your ever-rolling wave.
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