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Concert Of The Deep

They sing,

They call,

To hear them is bliss,

Some are one hundred years old,

But they are all as beautiful,

As the day they were born,

They swim in the shadows,

And bask in the sun,

They travel to deeper,

Darker parts of their home,

Than we have ever been able to invade,

After the pain and suffering,

We have brought upon these kind,

Gentle, giant beings,

They still come to visit us,

To grace us,

With their mystical presence,

To bewilder and astound us,

With their angelical music,

These pure,

Innocent,

Wise creatures,

Such warm,

Loving,

Calm,

Caring creatures,

Floating like clouds,

In their own deep blue sky,

They are the gods of their world,

So much power,

Their gigantic tailfin,

Slaps the surface of the ocean,

Almost as if they are telling it,

Telling it to behave,

Telling it to do as the giant gods command,

Built in hose pipes,

On their backs,

Spray you with a burst of salty water,

Not to warn you,

Not to scare you,

Just merely to say,

"Hello",

The big,

Beautiful,

Natural,

Submarines of the deep,

So layed back,

So friendly,

Bobbing around peacefully,

In the water,

Singing their song,

that only they understand,

But which is beautiful,

Vibrant,

Exciting,

Yet refreshingly soothing,

To all who are given a VIP ticket,

To a personal family concert.

The concert of the deep.

The end.

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