Perched in some rocks above the sand
Hidden from view of those on land

Chipping away at coral
That once lived as water floral

I can relate to the dryness
As I still pick at its roughness

What once was a haven for fish
Wringed out to be a desert wish

I guess I can also understand
As I feel its heat with my hand

Under the water what's to sea
When on top you hear waves roll free

Oh the sunsets it must have seen
Though just a rock once covered green

Beneath tides a bit peaceful more
Still I rather hear oceans roar

In my own way I see my Lord
The beauty in both He afford

Rolling with or beneath the waves
Jesus is here and always saves.

Coral sure are beautiful animals and in great danger all around the world. Nice connection with your beliefs in this poem. Gives a warm feeling inside.

You have A way with words is all i can say..

misty,,,

Thank you for your replies Hey Hey, Misty !

Jameson