Beneath the surface of the blue, blue sea <br />Is a place I love to be, <br />Shall I bring lobster home for tea? <br /> <br />In the quiet beauty of the deep, <br />In that serenity, a ray, sand covered – is he asleep? <br />No, ever watchful, he wakes, shakes, departs <br /> <br />A hawksbill turtle, gliding by on flippered wings <br />Ever hunted to make those tourist things. <br />The beauty of his polished shell his death knell rings <br /> <br />Now the delicate coral garden reveals <br />Vibrant fish, gentle anenomes, horried eels, <br />And the beauty of slow cowrie shells <br /> <br />A giant grouper, stationary, guards his lair <br />Do I retreat, go up for air? <br />Or approach with caution and return his stare <br /> <br />A shark comes slowly into view, <br />Sleek, grey, yet fast and deadly - what shall I do? <br />If he is hungry - I’ll be his luncheon barbecue<br /><br />Terry Brewer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beneath-the-waves-seychelles-islands/
