There's Star-Foam On The Sea Floor Poem by Patti Masterman

There’s star-foam on the sea floor
Of captured stars forever more,
Stalagmites in briny ocean caves,
Soft tendril’d anemones in ocean waves.

Spiny oyster slivers like sea-glass,
Trails of urchins, where mermaids pass;
There’s starfish, like a compass of the sun
Shows hidden canyons, where no war was won.

There’s octopus scour the deeper rocks,
Electric eel timekeepers, like atom-clocks,
There’s haunted wrecks, beneath the fitful blue
Who give no secrets and show no clue.

The ocean has a thousand moods;
Sometimes she smiles, and sometimes broods.
She’s dangerous, there’s few left to tell
They braved her deeps, and lived life well.