The Sage and the Sea

In the depths of the ocean blue,
A wise old Sage swam into view.
With wrinkles on his weathered face,
He swam with grace and steady pace.



His hair was white, his eyes were bright,
He swam with all his vigour and might.
He knew the secrets of the sea,
And shared them all generously.



He spoke of creatures great and small,
And tales of ships that once did fall.
He sang of waves that crash and roar,
And treasures hidden on the shore.



But when the day was drawing near,
He swam away, without a tear.
For he knew he’d return again,
To swim and sing, till the end.