Tide to the moon
Surface, secret keeper of the deep
Sun glittered and wind rippled
Or savagely dark
Guards shapes, sizes, colours, textures
Salty fins and tentacles
Surviving and thriving
Where we cannot see or breathe
Larger than land
Bluer and blacker than sky
Mother of oxygen
For millions of years
Permeated with languages
We cannot speak
Sung by creatures
We cannot fathom
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