we fly
through fields
of sea weed,
glide among
herds of urchins,
perch upon
gold and pink
coral
whom invite us
to watch the
wavering
sunset.
the moon
will soon
put the tides
to ease,
as it peeks
out from
the end of
the ocean.
we murmurate,
as small fish
watch,
for we
are the benign
birds of the sea,
watch us fly.
@aviva Wonderful poem! It gives off that wild and free feeling of flying with its flowing verses! Amazing energy and well-crafted! Thank you so much for sharing this amazing poem!