Wispers of Mather Pearl

In ocean’s cradle, depths untold,

Lie treasures rare, in legends old,

The mother pearl, in secret grows,

A hidden gem where silence flows.

 

Soft whispers of the sea’s embrace,

In shadows deep, a tranquil place,

Layer by layer, beauty forms,

 In nature’s hands, a pearl is born.

 

Within the oyster’s mystic shell,

A story crafted, time will tell,

A dance of light, a soft moonbeam,

A shimmer caught in nature’s dream.

 

From grains of sand to lustrous spheres,

Through endless tides, and quiet years,

A miracle in waters deep,

In mother pearl, the secrets sleep.