Sound Of The Waves

The hue that pacifies the moment from dawn to dusk;
The ripples that purifies the soul with an embrace;
The aroma that revives every parched esteem;
What is it called?
The hue that reminds a historic catastrophe;
The ripples that wrapped countless souls unto its arms;
The aroma that equivalents thr fountain of blood;
What is it called?
The hue that coloured life on barren lands;
The ripples that poured up a world in it;
The aroma that heals every wounds;
The sound that whispers
What is it called like?
The beauty that lies behind wilderness,
The silence that engages with the thundering roar,
The life that begins with every death.