Relentlessly reaching for the land, rolling, pulling at the sand,
Thrashing, crashing into the rocks, that’s the way that a wave talks.
Whispers of the Sea unheard, if one could interpret every word,
Would hold the secrets of this place, from every era one could trace,
A seashell will always hold this sound, with hope that answers will be found,
So someday maybe we could be, from the disease of ignorance forever free.