The Journey

There you emerged from the mountain of junk

From deep below where you and your siblings rest.

Buried deep below, your siblings’ graves rest.

Climbing up, enduring with your small body.

I saw you surface with that small body.

A shriek was heard, a crowd soon amassed.

Still, you scrambled over the debris amassed

Towards the waves reaching out to you.

Your purpose crying out towards you.

You pursued on the coarse sand as I watched on.

The golden grains cried out, “Come on, go and live on!”

Writing your noble tale with those flippers.

Stretching out, water caresses those flippers.

You emerged from the mountain of junk.