Nova Scotia

In the dawn’s embrace, the ocean breathes,  
Waves pulse against the jagged rocks,  
Where secrets of the deep rise with the mist,  
And the air is thick with salt and stories.  

This coast stretches like a memoir unspooled,  
Each beach a chapter, each tide a phrase,  
Fishermen cast their nets in worn boats,  
Chasing dreams as old as the sea itself.  

A lighthouse stands sentinel, weathered and wise,  
Its beam a lifeline in the gathering dark,  
For every storm that howls through the night,  
There’s a promise of dawn, a flicker of light.  

Here, the wildflowers cling to cliffs,  
Their colors bold against the gray of stone,  
Beauty in resilience, they sway with the wind—  
A dance of defiance, a spirit grown.  

The echoes of laughter drift through the air,  
Kids chase the tide, barefoot and free,  
Each splash a reminder of joy's fleeting grasp,  
In the heart of this land, a pulse, a decree.  

No more the explorers of distant shores,  
But seekers of solace in familiar waves—  
Stories whispered in the crashing surf,  
Binding the present with the past we save.  

As the sun dips low, painting skies in flames,  
Celestial strokes on a canvas of blue,  
The horizon calls, a siren’s song,  
In every breath, I feel these waters pull me through.  

Oh, Nova Scotia, your spirit is vibrant,  
A tapestry woven with threads of the sea,  
In the tide’s embrace, I find my compass,  
In your wild heart, I am forever free.  

So here I stand, grounded and dreaming,  
To the rhythm of waves, I find my way,  
Where the stories of soul meet the pulse of the ocean,  
And every heartbeat echoes, come what may.  

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