The waves crash against the shore
Barely touching my feet
before splashing back to the sea

The waves speak to me
to say
"we can only
touch the shore line
before we retreat to the sea.
We can barely grasp
what we want
before
going back to the sea"

The fish in the water whisper their thoughts
"We get to swim and play
and go anywhere we please,
but our life is short
when we are
plucked from our homes"

With that the fish flick their tails
and with a splish disappear again
into the captured waves; their home.