My morning is woken up by the sounds of 

Crack, Crack, Crack

I hear the crashing sounds hitting something

But I am not familiar or certain of what it may be

The more I move

The more free I feel

My first breath is crisp yet salty

The dawn cool air makes for a brisk rejuvenating impression on me

I feel slight tugs and pushes as my brother and sisters embark for the great journey

In search of our new home

Sand covers our scaly reptailish skin like a new coat

We squirm in a pack for those who made it

The pull of the crashing force, gravitates us closer

To move further and faster

With first touch of the crash, our shells are soaked with a salty foam

The feel fills emotions with joy and belonging

We all go in deeper

Slowly descending down into the majestic dream of the deep 

Until we are all engulfed by even greater forces

BECOMING familiar with the HAWAIIAN COAST

Which is my new home