The fish, they swim and live for life. So pretty to me but not to you. The waves roll and the sea is ruff. The tide is high and then low. The time is mine and yours.
The Blue sea
The Blue sea givith. The sea takith but when the sea is calm. We sail and enjoy the cook breeze and the salt smell. The beaches are soft. The shore calls. So we go and enjoy.
The sea plant is growing, as we speak. The fish make it there home and the plant is infested by plants. The tropical sight is enjoyed by snooklers and beach goers. We enjoy the beatiful sights of life.