The Shadows of the Sea

The dark sea looms under the shadows of the land,

As the bottom floor crawls by its sandy wretched hand.

Its destiny lies within the twisted strands of fate,

In which it can only be controlled by its snarling airy mate.

The clear whispers as the shadows pass by,

While the moon is chased away by the light of the morning sky.

The injured pelican whimpers on its last calling flight,

And its last strength of will in all of its determined might.

A homebound cry is heard for miles around,

By a startled seagull that is soon to be found.

In all of its glory of night and of day,

a golden eagle perches on the shallow coast of the bay.

The red tide wanders far and wide,

Among the oceans abroad on its soothing side.

In a world where water has an enemy of air,

Every drop lives in contempt of every worry and every care.