The Fish Beneath The Blue

The Fish Beneath The Blue

A little fish swims through the blue.
With painted colours shining bright.
It follows bubbles through the deep.
And dances softly in the light.

The water moves around its fins.
Like ribbons flowing wild and free.
It has no need to turn around.
It knows exactly where to be.

The smaller fish is drifting near.
A tiny shadow in the blue.
Perhaps it follows just for fun.
Or maybe it is watching too.

The clouds of purple touch the sea.
While orange colours rise and glow.
A world of magic waits below.
Where only dreaming fish can go.

No sound is heard beneath the waves.
Just gentle ripples passing by.
The fish keeps swimming through the blue.
Beneath the endless painted sky.

Perhaps the ocean holds a dream.
That only fish can ever know.
A secret hiding in the deep.
Where bright and silent waters flow.

And if I watched it long enough.
I might forget the world above.
For sometimes all we really need.
Is somewhere beautiful to love.

So let it swim its painted path.
Through every colour, every hue.
A little fish beneath the stars.
Forever swimming through the blue.