Within your depths I am swallowed
My imagination runs shallow
To search your environs is yet a thrilling adventure
Such luring hues with caverns of danger.
Let me enter to discover
Your secrets many a December
When our children you cover
Taking their breaths for the rhythm of your tides.
Though it is written some place, that you were given your measure
Never to cross over to the lush green pastures.
But of course, as our curiosity runs true, to search your depths
So too, yours run wild to explore the dry lands
Taking leave of your master’s commands.
‘Tis such our relations, go with sea and land.