Underwater World
Different colors,sizes, some round, some flatter. Some know they're getting fed, the rest scatter. A weak injured fish is put to his death. How I feel he looks to me for help,as he takes his last breath. Some fish are made to eat other fishes waste. Like a dog begging for scraps, wondering how they'll taste. There are some questions that I need to ask why. The fish that are colorful, are they injected with dye? They are put in aquariums to watch them play. The older fish lose their color, fins begin to fray. Makes me think of the clear blue waters of the ocean. The beauty that lays out there, while the water is in motion. Colors so vibrant, it takes your breath. Fisherman in the ocean that cause their death. To have the ocean to see each morning when you wake. Slow watchful eyes watching every move you make. To live free in that glorious, vast, "Atlantis". To swim with the mermaids, would a genie grant this?? Tis beauty I seek, when swimming with the fishes. If I could stay here forever.... Now I know what my wish is. Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 03:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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