It's sunny and bright.

You leap into the mirror of sky.

The sensation of flying, floating 

And sinking, all in a jiffy.

It's heart-stopping. It's beautiful.

No time and water is your new love.

The tantalizing reds, greens 

And goldens on the grounds.

Any unsung there then,

Meandering with you around 

Tell their tales of everyday 

As they touch your foreign skin.

It's true. It's fascinating.

It's the Underwater World.

It's quiet speaking words.

The gone-by-night rays 

Of the permanent Sun 

Dipped inside water 

To find the sea bottom.

Fail, get trapped in the middle,

Giving a tint of lively yellow 

To the dreamy blue.

Association of the word sound 

With water's beautiful voice 

Was your fault.

It's singing you'll soon realise 

And learn to applaud.

Your heart and your mind are together,

This is a rare time.

And every inch of your body says,

"Let me be here for the rest of my life."

You fly with joy, float when things go moderate.

Occassionly, sink into problems.

Everything which happens on land 

Actually, is going on under water.

There exists a world and lives under water.