The blue of the ocean, the SOUND of the waves,

The b̾r̾i̾g̾h̾t̾ yellow sun and the colored coral caves.

The radiance of hues, the distinctive shades of pink,

The feel of the ship, my feet on the brink.

Splashing in the coolness, the feeling of delight,

All the little fish, with their rainbows in the light.

My underwater camera, and the clicks of my pics,

My fingers turning pruney, and the big fish’ little kicks.

As I step back on the ship and feel the breeze of wind,

The rocking of the boat and the little fish that grinned.

The crashing of the waves, the 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕝 of the boat,

The sound of the whistle, and my spirit still ≋a≋f≋l≋o≋a≋t≋.