Upon the Irish cliffs, so bold and high,
Where emerald waves caress the ancient stone,
The ocean whispers secrets to the sky,
In tones as timeless as the earth’s own throne.

The rugged edges frame the endless blue,
A tapestry of splendor, wild and free;
The sea’s soft breath imbues the air with dew,
A salty kiss upon eternity.

Beneath the soaring gulls in heaven’s reach,
The cliffs stand guard, unyielding to the tide.
Their steadfast strength, a silent, ageless speech,
Tells tales of hearts that loved and heroes’ pride.

Oh, windswept cliffs, where dreams and tempests meet,
You stir the soul with beauty fierce and sweet.