Roots in the Waves

The sea calls softly to the trees,
Its voice like a whisper in the breeze.
It hums of waves and lands far past,
A song of time that will not last.
The trees bow down, their roots like chains,
They listen closely to ancient strains.
The sea's deep voice, both wild and wide,
Speaks secrets from the shifting tide.
The trees reply with creaking leaves,
Their wisdom is old, their voices grieve.
"Your waves may crash, your tides may rise,
But right here, we'll stand beneath your skies."
And when the earth begins to quake,
The roots and waves, they will not break,
For deep within, we’re all entwined,
The sea and trees, forever blind
To boundaries drawn by the human mind.