The Atlantic’s waves crash on the shore,
A soothing sound that calms the soul once more.
The salty scent of sea and breeze,
A symphony that brings us to our knees.
The sun sets low, a fiery ball,
Painting the sky with colors, one and all.
The ocean’s vastness, a sight to behold,
A treasure trove of secrets, yet untold.
The Atlantic’s power, a force so grand,
Shaping the coast, with wave and sand.
A pathway for explorers, past and present,
Connecting cultures, a story to invent.