Part of a Painting
The water over takes me
It is quiet
The slight bubbling from my air
There is so much color
So much life
So many things are moving
But behind the hustle and bustle
There is a secret beauty
I swim deeper
Less and less movement
Is seen as I go deeper
It is like a painting
That never ends
And I am part of it
This painting
I check my air
There isn't much left
But there is still so much to see
But there isn't enough time
There never is
But I am part of this painting
And I must leave
This wonderful thing
We call the ocean
