By Zina Graham

Look up,

The sun is out again, making the water hot,

The lily pads spin and float.

Look up,

The fish are swimming past you,

Searching for a meal or an escape.

Look down,

The seaweed looks taller this year,

The seagrass weaves a pattern just for you.

Look down,

The sand is still,

Crabs and starfish occupy every rock and pebble.

Look right,

Blues and greens cloud your vision, nothing to see here,

It’s always the same after all.

Look right,

Bubbles rise, leaving you behind,

Maybe you can too?

Look left,

More fish, how tiresome …

More rocks, more sand, more crabs …

Look ri–

Look left!

There’s something new here!

A green friend, a small pal for the day,

Maybe you and this friend can greet the surface.