The sea soothes
Like oil upon skin
Washing away debris
Water holds a giant mass
Turning heavy weights into graceful elegant beings
Gliding through seas
Breaching in the air
Thunder and spray clash like cymbals as giants return to their stage
They resume their elegant postures
Poise and wisdom in large dark eyes
Viewing the world and the sky from lowly and deep positions
Knowledge about the dark recesses of the deep
Kept secret for millennia
Occasionally peering out to view the fast diminutive beings on the surface
If only they could shake their heads and roll their eyes….
A slap of the tail will suffice
The little creatures can do nothing but flee it
We know its farewell signal
and warning to take care.
Little Wren 