We yet forget our seas that tend to stride,
Three-fourths the world and all that is below.
And the beutiful things they tend to hide.
Yet good or bad, no light can help us know.
Uncharted waters do not sway our need.
From tropic to both of the icy poles.
And more creatures than we could eve see.
Sea storms destroy all in its path,
Debris given to below as a treat.
Serpents and fish under are more than math,
Yet the sea is two-faced in all works done
But it shines out to people like the sun.