My hands would slice a path through the frigid waters,Seagrasses may tolerate the motion,
Only knowing a dance would ensue,
The tidal ducks fight the frolic,
Playfull to the weight and currents of the ocean,
Only the grasses cavort and wiggle,
The little children lose themselves,
And with playful games challenge each surge,
Seagrass holds the muddy dance floor,
Our human forms enjoy the bathe,
Sometimes vulnerable as the waters play with our senses,
The sea could be your most formidable partner,
Loving every moment that the brush splashes colour onto canvas,
Not a care the water splashes in chorus to an artists emotions,
Only the seagrass mimics the lushes touch of a brush; as to kiss the watery surface,
Hold fast to the battle we are defeated,
The water always is the victor as the tide flows indiscriminately,
Drowning the verdant greens within their pale umber solutions,
We will always become saddened,
When the thoughtless pollute our waters with their waste,
Then the seagrasses no longer can prepare for their next dance.
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