Blue whale as graceful as a ballet dancer.

It's home the Ocean, an endless glistening blue carpet, teeming with life.

A sparkle of krill floating ahead, reflecting the light, casting the smallest amount of light.

The sea gushes past the whale, the bubbles rise and pop.

The whale propels upwards, my face breaks the surface, streams of white jagged water rise with me.

The blue sea reflects the pearlescent blue sky, the two smile down at each other as though friends.

I dive back in, the kelp sways in time with the coral.

Silver bubbles bob in and out of coral, fish dart, stingrays bury themselves in the depths of the sand-making puffs of golden sand.

Silver shells sparkle. Colorful coral sways peacefully.

How long will it take for humans to take it all?

How long until the whales migrate the last time?