The gradient blue scale with pressure flowing with it.
The buoyancy and gravity holding one in an
ever so slowly descending position.
The soothing waves whispering by and covering
the ear as if engulfed in complete solicitude.
Am I sinking or am I rising?
Proximity to the ocean floor, unknown.
The plants waving, stretching out their hands
Towards which direction, I don't know.
Air bubbles and soft chuckles
Could this be the end of the meticulous but exciting story?
Glug, Glug, The ripples continue
What might rest at the bottom besides those pointy hands?
The continued gradient scale with pressure.