Ocean Sounds

Children listen, seashells tight, Pressed to ears in morning light. On the shore, where sand is gold, A story whispered, brave and bold.

Waves they crash, a foamy race, Tickling toes with salty grace. Seashells scattered, pink and white, Glimmering gems in sunshine bright.

They hold the shells, so smooth and cool, And listen close, beside the pool Left by the tide, a shimmering glass, Reflecting clouds as minutes pass.

The waves roar louder, pulling back, Then rush again upon the track. Each seashell hums a different tune, Beneath the golden afternoon.

Whispers of whales and mermaids deep, Secrets that the ocean keep. A tiny crab clicks, scuttling near, Joining in the ocean cheer.

The children laugh, a joyful sound, As ocean music spins around. No crashing cymbals, horns so grand, Just gentle rhythm on the sand.

For in the shells, a magic lies, The ocean's breath in sweet disguise. A lullaby, so soft and low, Ocean makes relaxing music flow.