Old Plum Coast

@suno_ai_ on rumble
@Lyrics written with Grok
Old Plum Coast
Waves softly sing by the Old Plum shore,
Green stone troughs stretch along the ocean’s floor.
April winds, northeast monsoons hide away,
Seaweed’s green, filling stone grooves with fragrant spray.
Tides rise and fall, gleaming in dawn’s light,
The North Coast, majestic in the heart’s sight.
Stone troughs aligned, green hues sway with the wave,
Sea breeze caresses, salty essence to crave.
May arrives, sunlight spills golden beams,
Algal waves surge, painted in dreamlike gleams.
Distant travelers pause, forgetting worldly din,
Old Plum’s charm, forever burns within.
Green stone troughs, tidal grooves hold time’s trace,
Erosion’s marks carve joy in weathered grace.
Waves chant low, waking tales of old,
Green algae dance, spring’s boundless story told.
Old Plum’s shore, guarding nature’s vow,
Between heaven and earth, beauty follows now.