Beneath the Surface
In the quiet depths, where light forgets to fall,
A world spins in silence, beyond our knowing call.
Where the air is thick with salt and whispered grace,
A secret kingdom thrives in its secluded space.
Through waves that dance and foam against the shore,
A different realm lies hidden—ancient, pure.
Coral gardens stretch like fingers from the deep,
In hues of fire and gold, where the sea creatures sleep.
I glide beneath the surface, where time slows to a sigh,
And the ocean’s breath is a lullaby, a gentle cry.
Fish in iridescent swarms, like living rainbows, weave,
While distant whales, in their wisdom, silently grieve.
The ocean’s heart beats softly—slow, steady, true,
It cradles secrets long forgotten, and stories anew.
Tiny creatures dart in the green, a world so small,
But here, beneath the surface, they matter most of all.
The seaweed sways, like dancers in a trance,
Moving with the rhythm of the water’s chance.
A sea turtle glides with grace through waves untold,
While shadows of manta rays in silence unfold.
But even in this beauty, a warning hums the tide,
For the hand of man, so careless, cannot hide.
A net drifts by, lost and left to kill,
The ocean’s voice now trembling, but steadfast still.
Plastic blooms like poisonous flowers in the deep,
Silent killers in the watery sweep.
The coral, once vibrant, now pale and worn,
Its colors fading, its spirit torn.
Beneath the surface, a delicate thread unspins,
Where life once flourished, now quietly thins.
A reef, once bursting with life’s delicate weave,
Now mourns the creatures it can no longer receive.
Yet there’s hope that stirs beneath the dark blue,
A fragile promise that the ocean’s voice will renew.
For in the cracks of every shattered shell,
Life finds a way to thrive, to rise, to swell.
The beauty here is fragile, and life is brief,
A reminder to protect it from our grief.
For beneath the surface, unseen by all,
Is a world so vibrant—until it begins to fall.
So dive into the depths, with reverence and care,
For the ocean’s heartbeat is fragile, rare.
Beneath the surface, we are but guests in its halls,
Yet the ocean’s song is one that calls us all.
A world spins in silence, beyond our knowing call.
Where the air is thick with salt and whispered grace,
A secret kingdom thrives in its secluded space.
Through waves that dance and foam against the shore,
A different realm lies hidden—ancient, pure.
Coral gardens stretch like fingers from the deep,
In hues of fire and gold, where the sea creatures sleep.
I glide beneath the surface, where time slows to a sigh,
And the ocean’s breath is a lullaby, a gentle cry.
Fish in iridescent swarms, like living rainbows, weave,
While distant whales, in their wisdom, silently grieve.
The ocean’s heart beats softly—slow, steady, true,
It cradles secrets long forgotten, and stories anew.
Tiny creatures dart in the green, a world so small,
But here, beneath the surface, they matter most of all.
The seaweed sways, like dancers in a trance,
Moving with the rhythm of the water’s chance.
A sea turtle glides with grace through waves untold,
While shadows of manta rays in silence unfold.
But even in this beauty, a warning hums the tide,
For the hand of man, so careless, cannot hide.
A net drifts by, lost and left to kill,
The ocean’s voice now trembling, but steadfast still.
Plastic blooms like poisonous flowers in the deep,
Silent killers in the watery sweep.
The coral, once vibrant, now pale and worn,
Its colors fading, its spirit torn.
Beneath the surface, a delicate thread unspins,
Where life once flourished, now quietly thins.
A reef, once bursting with life’s delicate weave,
Now mourns the creatures it can no longer receive.
Yet there’s hope that stirs beneath the dark blue,
A fragile promise that the ocean’s voice will renew.
For in the cracks of every shattered shell,
Life finds a way to thrive, to rise, to swell.
The beauty here is fragile, and life is brief,
A reminder to protect it from our grief.
For beneath the surface, unseen by all,
Is a world so vibrant—until it begins to fall.
So dive into the depths, with reverence and care,
For the ocean’s heartbeat is fragile, rare.
Beneath the surface, we are but guests in its halls,
Yet the ocean’s song is one that calls us all.
- Khushi Kaul
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