The Snorkel

She is silent, but powerful

I wonder what it would be 

Like to go deeper, deeper, deeper

Into the unknown,

The water tasting like a bitter lemon,

The fish scales, like glimmering jewels

Shining so bright,

The relaxing touch of water, feeling like 

The softest wool.

I see the schools of fish following each 

Other around, just like sheep

I want to keep it safe,

I see people ruining it, hating it, killing it

I ask, “is it always like this?”

She replies, “yeah, that’s what makes it beautiful”.

She is silent, but powerful.