I am the sea, and I am all its waters.

I am towering waves, tossing and tugging- pulling down everything that dares to get in my way, urged on by thunderous bolts of lightning.

I am crystal clear ponds of shimmering light on a cloudless day, letting those who want to enjoy my beauty look right down to my ground.

I am murky lakes, dull and gloomy, turning more and more opaque through all of the mud and waste and pollutional misuse.

I am the sea, and I am all its creatures.

I am the jellyfish, directed by the currents around me, sometimes relishing in the relief of not having to decide, sometimes drowning in the feeling of helplessness.

I am the eel, withdrawing into my little caves of undisturbedness, snapping at all those that interrupt my loneliness.

I am the dolphin, trying to jump up to the stars, sending droplets of joy splashing into every direction.

I am the blue whale, floating beneath the surface contently, not needing anything but my pod.

I am the shark, calm except when blood is spilled, enjoying the hunt almost as much as the fatal bite, a testimony of victory.

I am the anglerfish, unable to get out of the darkness, only clinging to my feeble flickering light for survival.

I am the turtle, abandoned in this world, maybe strong enough to get through alone, maybe too weak to resist the everlasting pull downwards.

I am the sea, and yet I let divers in my waters, well aware that I could do nothing if they decided to take parts of me away.