Waves crash against the shore,
Driven by the wind,
The crash and crash,
Without a rash,
Until they have not sinned.
There are creatures in the water,
Riding with the waves,
Whatever happens,
I do not know,
Until they become knaves.
Dolphins jump wit the waves,
Swimming with their fins,
Schools of fish swim underneath,
Which seem like endless twins.
Whales sing in the depths,
Humming their graceful tunes,
Birds hover overtop,
Looking for the loons.
Sharks swim endlessly,
With their toothy grins,
Fish scamper away,
With a stroke of their fins.
Colourful reefs are filled with life,
Of every shape and size,
They are like New York City,
Filled with Nature's prize.
In the deepest depths,
There lie fish
With neon lights,
for it is very dark down there,
Like the dead of night.
What goes on off the shoreline,
We do not know for certain,
But what we study
Is mysterious,
Like a closed curtain.
We take the boats into the waves,
To get a glance or a clue,
But what we don't know,
We cannot fathom,
For we know not the shade and hue.
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