Tiny Turtles

Tiny turtles traveling the treacherous sand,

Hoping not to get seen by the crowd,

The bale can hear the crazy band,

People on the shore are very endowed.

As tiny turtles hatch in summer,

The sun sets the sea a blaze,

These creatures eating plastic, what a bummer,

Swimming through pollution like it’s a giant maze.

Tiny turtles waddling on the sand in autumn,

Hiding in shells, their own little home,

A sea of flippers waddling like Gautum,

They desire water but are met by yellow foam.

Tiny turtles in the vast blue sea,

Swimming through the bright and soft coral,

They are gliding over a dark pit, staring up at turtles just like me,

Some more coral emerges, but this time it has the look of floral.

Tiny turtles all grown up,

Ready to make their way back home,

Tiny turtles laying eggs, 

And now the tiny turtles start again.