Child: Splish, splash! The waves race near,  Are they playing, loud and clear?  Mother: Yes, my love, the sea’s alive,  A dancer in a restless dive.  Child: But listen close—crash, boom, roar! It shouts so wild upon the shore!  Mother: The ocean speaks in thunder’s might,  A rolling drum in blue delight.  Child: And seagulls squawk and spin so high,  Like kites that chatter in the sky.  Mother:  They chase the wind, they glide, they call,  Like sailors singing tales so tall.  Child: The sand feels warm, yet soft and cool,  Like golden silk or powder’s pool.  Mother: It’s Earth’s own blanket, rich and deep,  Where secrets of the tides still sleep.  Child:  And when the sun begins to sink,  Why does the sea turn pink?  Mother:  Because, my love, it takes the light,  And paints itself in hues so bright.  Child: The ocean dreams, the waves all play,  A story told in foam and spray.  Mother: Yes, dear heart, both fierce and free,  That is the song of the endless sea.