Sunday, 23 February 2014

Our Taonga 

A piece of Poetry written by Melea.

The wind blows as the waves slam against the shore.
Seagulls squawk as they struggle to soar.
The sun peeks through the drifting clouds, the rays sink into the sea.
Dark purple ink spreads throughout the ocean.
The bright green sea turtle floats around as it explores a shipwreck.
Seahorses camouflage themselves in the swaying seaweed and coral.
The sharks, as grey as storm clouds chase the fish around.

This is what I picture in the future - so please look after it!

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