Ominous ocean horrendously howling.
Growling gloriously in gloomy nightfall.
The sky felt so empty without the sparkles.
Seems the whole constellation is conspiring
to not show up in today's pageant.
Silent sea smells so salty yet safe.
Monotonous murky waves are whispering
tales of the infinite unseeked quest.
Gems in the fathom aimlessly roaming
even with the lazy slacking timid tides.
Every ripple brought souvenir
From the mysterious depth of the
soulful seven seabeds.
I saw the pearl drivers were coming back
after accomplishing the day's task.
Zealful peppy talks tell that they might have
triumph the task to the treasure trove.
Betwixt that scenic sight,
where mosaic of multicromatic pebbles
were lying heather and theatre
I found a sublime sakura shell.
