Sounds like a car brand, A type of inlet, The most famous ones are in Norway What am I?

I am vast without edges and deep without bounds, Where tides pull and push with a rhythm unshouted. I hold islands like secrets and ships in my embrace, With waves that can sing and a roar that can break. I taste of the salt and the weight of the world, A mirror of storms and a blanket of calm. Fish weave through my veins and coral my heart, Yet I cannot be held, only Passed through by boat. What am I, so wild yet so still in its grace, The endless, blue heart that the earth calls its home?

I stretch without edges and hold without hands, A canvas of endless, where light softly lands. I wear crowns of white when the morning is new, And drape the world in gold before sleep claims the blue. I cradle the sun and I guide the moon’s path, Yet I cannot be touched, nor held in a grasp. Birds carve their stories across my wide face, While clouds drift like ships in a silent, vast space. I am home to the wind and the whispering rain, A quiet, deep presence that shapes every scene. What am I, so near yet above all we see, The boundless, warm blanket that wraps the whole earth?

Between the peaks I rest below, where winding rivers often go. Though low I lie, life gathers near, a quiet cradle year by year.

I swallow rivers, vast and deep, My layered walls, ancient secrets keep. What am I, where echoes sleep?