Water pulled in by the lone but pleasant moon,

or maybe by the melancholy wind that skims the surface.

Nonetheless waves retrieve themselves from the pale by moonlight shore,

And leave the beach for a moment breathless.

but what is there to see? When the moon is not full,

When the water is grey and the sand seems dull.

marine life from the bottom of the ocean dwells,

they never rise to the light zone because it would break a kind of spell.

We don't see these creatures glowing and shining their neon lights like buildings from a city,

the cities where we judge who is plain, who is pretty.

like the ocean in which we don't see the magic underneath,

we talk about but don't really follow peace.

But back to the coast where water mass meets land mass we see,

how much potential in the world exists to create beauty.

we can reform ourselves, express respect for oneself and others,

And accept all the mistakes and leave room for progress like we are meant to do.

remember how we are soul mates, sisters, and brothers.

and accustom our gills to the pleasant water of coexistence.