Their Song Bubbles burst at High Notes.
And the Tide is a Chorus on the Sea, tis Gods Symphony.
A Thundering Orchestra is commencing…
A Grand Display not humbled by achromatic synchronicity. The Grays illuminate the streaks of Black, a watery organism now pops of Light, shine upon the transforming avalanche of liquid snow bubbling atop rolling cold Blues.
The sounds of Fury, Restlessness and Love.
A Gold Fish Fin at once twinkles its existence through the overpowering surge leaving the Memory to Wonder if True.
And the Current roars a wild Zephyr into my ears, and suddenly I awake to a Storm upon the Sea.
The Fish I know admire the Sky’s continuous patter, a much needed- and oh so replenishing- shower. The sound drenching on for hours.
At Last the Yellowing Sun embellishes a Sweet White Cloud, then rainbow song of quiet colors before the descending sun… Or a rising morning tribute- a new day not yet begun.
Either, soothe the oceans pondering of its power…
My sighs then Fall and my eyes Asleep.
Can you see the Dark Blue launch, the Waving Triangle on the distance is at peace, to Sail my Dreams without me.