A Stretch of Water

The sun glistens down, a beacon of light, the light upon water, silver and lustrous. The ocean sways, and the soft subtle colors of the water reflect a rainbow on the surface. The ocean halts from movement, stills, only slow lapping, all is calm. If you look down from above, the water seems as silver silk, a heavenly paradise seems the sea, such grandeur and beauty. From above you see great beauty; however it is only subtle to what lies beneath, where the true wonders lie.

As the beacon of light breaks the surface it illuminates the majesty of the underwater world. The reflected rainbow from above is insignificant compared to the beauty of life that dwells in the deep. Arrays of color on the scaly hides of the creatures that thrive here dance back and forth. Schools of fish that swim in unison seem as greater monsters of the depths. Grand cathedrals of coral are hidden down in the water, great archways of pink, through which swim the greatest of creatures.

A choir is now heard, soft humming and a beautiful melody emerges. The song of the whales has begun. As the herd nears the great coral cathedral, the many fish that lie in wake depart to make room for this royal entry. The song of the whales now changes; the solo voice of a calf now takes on a new tune, a high-pitched sad drawl. The cows soon add their voices to the song, uplifting the mood of the piece, and in turn the bulls' deep voices finish in a crescendo as they pass under the pink archway.

Above, the sun passes behind a patch of grey clouds, the world beneath darkens. Suddenly, however, bright glows emerge, sparks of light, a group of electric eels are lighting the entrance to the coral cathedral. They swim swiftly as their light brightens the grandeur of the architecture of natures own grace. The whales follow in turn, guided by the light of the eels, they enter their grand palace, the royalty of the sea has returned to its kingdom.

As below, the ocean above is dark too. No longer does it seem the heavenly paradise it once was. It is dark and dismal, now grey and dull, not lustrous silver. The ocean is coarse and rough, like a soft piece of silk no more. The drumming of the ocean begins as the rain hits the surface; loud and thunderous drumming. Lightning strikes and thunder rolls as the beauty of the sea fades and darkness moves in.