Young Writers Society

I plunged into the current,
to see what I could find.
Swam amongst the fishies,
and left the shore behind.
Embracing the Azure,
moving with the tide.

And here I found a turtle,
his shell marked with his grind.
The surf above him rolled,
flipped him on his side.
His ancient limbs struggle,
against the roaring tide.

I swam up right beside him,
and looked him in the eye.
His lids began to jitter,
and expression almost Ry.
Then his beak motioned,
with this he said to I.

"Come with me to lands unknown;
with seas of different shades.
When the sun breaks through it glistens,
with jewels of many grades.
Let's explore the ocean of our soul,
let's see how your body's made."

His message did betwixt me,
with ends I need to tie.
The turtle - hurtled off,
keep up; I couldn't try.
His poem with me will stay,
Until the day I die.