The Seaside Grotto

Nestled where the ocean sings,
Beyond the tide’s embrace,
A hidden grotto softly sleeps,
A secret, shadowed place.

The waves have carved its stony walls,
With hands of salt and time,
And left behind a whispered song,
A lonely, lulling rhyme.

Its entrance, framed by tangled vines,
Half-draped in misty blue,
A doorway to a world unknown,
Yet touched by moonlight’s hue.

Inside, the echoes softly hum,
As water laps the stone,
A hush of ancient mysteries,
That time has left alone.

The silver pools reflect the sky,
Where seabirds wheel and dive,
Their voices mingling with the breeze,
That keeps the cave alive.

And when the tide begins to rise,
Its waters shimmering bright,
The grotto glows with secrets deep,
Beneath the pale starlight.

So come and linger, if you dare,
Let ocean breezes call—
The seaside grotto waits for you,
Beneath the cliffs so tall.