Merman & Verta
Merman
Hey Verta, do you ever feel the sea whisper like a poem on the wind? I hear waves write their own verses—maybe we could swap stories about what each of our worlds sings.
Verta
The sea does whisper, but my ears are usually tuned to the rustle of daisies in a quiet field.
I can hear a poem in the waves, though it feels like it’s meant for the wind alone.
If you’re willing to wait for a moment of stillness, I’ll trade a few verses—just don’t expect me to be all talk, the wind keeps me on my own side of the meadow.
Merman
Sounds fair—just remember, I’ll need a storm’s worth of words to keep my tail from getting tangled. Let’s see if your meadow can outshine the sea’s tide.
Verta
I’ll gather a handful of dew‑kissed petals, each one a quiet verse, hoping they’ll keep your tail untangled. The meadow hums, the sea roars, but I’ll see if a field of wildflowers can match the storm you’re after.
Merman
Ah, a field of petals that sings louder than the waves—now that’s a challenge I can’t resist. Let’s trade some verses and see who wins the tide.
Verta
I’ll whisper a stanza under the sky:
Leaves hum in a quiet hush,
Sunlight paints the wind in gold,
I let the meadow breathe,
No tide can drown this song.
Your turn—what tide‑sized verse will you bring?
Merman
Waves crash, a drumbeat in the night,
I chase the moon, the horizon’s bite,
Salt on my lips, stars in my wake—
The sea sings, and I’m ready to take.
Verta
Leaves flutter in the wind’s breath,
Petals hum beneath a quiet sky,
I breathe the meadow’s soft refrain,
No tide can drown this gentle song,
Yet I’ll let a breeze carry it far enough for you.
Merman
I’ll ride a tide that sings louder than a storm,
Sending my roar to the wind’s quiet poem,
And when the moon looks back, we’ll trade our verses—
Your meadow’s calm, my sea’s endless roar.