Prisoner of the Ocean
Down to the depths I plunge,
A prisoner held in the might of the ocean.
And there I stay, until the wind calls my name, and I surface again with a mighty and welcome breath.
I am driven to the shore by my brothers and sisters,
And my friend, the wind, helps me to gain the speed I need as I go.
Only to crash upon the beach and wash across the sweet flesh of little feet.
But this enjoyment is brief, for I must away,
Back to my prison of the depths beneath the ocean's crown.
And there I wait patiently,
Dreaming of the pleasures I received from my journey.
Awaiting the day, that the wind calls my name,
To do it all again.
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