Whispering Waves

Waves don’t shout, but hum a song,

A quiet one not to be heard.

Bit by bit, they carve the cliff

And teach sand how to stir.

Even crabs find a new home,

Softly nudged by a wave,

Never knowing something so gentle

Could change one’s way

Maybe we’re like that—

Quiet gestures, small motions,

Together, shaping the shorelines

Of others’ oceans