Poetry

The Creatures of the Blue

The life of a fish

Below the water

Unaware

Of the progress

Above

It’s all ocean

Nothing else

But humans

They keep moving

Fish have done it the same

Since the beginning

Traditions change

But the fish stay

Even in the epitome

Of wealth and beauty

The ocean and its inhabitants

They’ll be there

And when the world

Is dead and gone

The fish will still

Have been there

When it all ended

If the oceans

Dry up

We’ll still remember

The creatures

That were there

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