Coral Poem by Simon Lawson

Coral under the sea,
grows beautiful and wild,
living for centuries.

Until by some consequence,
by wandering feet or wave,
the current brings it to the beach.

It lies there, the little water,
it could hold on to, is lost,
to sun or sand.

It dries and shrinks,
a timeless death,
withered, dried and still.

Until by some consequence,
by wandering hands or wind,
it meets the ocean's blue.

Life returns to the little coral,
molecular magic is at play,
the time away meant nothing.

But what the hell does any of that mean,
talk of strange phylums and ocean's blue.
You know my heart's the coral,
and damn it, the ocean's you.