A Field Trip to Belize
An ocean so crystal clear,
Watching the Southern Stingrays glide beneath the Pier.
An Island laden with palm trees,
With coconuts as many as you please.
Take a dive into the deep,
And from the Coral they will peep.
The bluest Blue Tang and the rockiest Rock Beauty,
The melodious French Grunt, a humorous Clown Wrasse and Sergeant Major on duty.
It’s a mystifying canvas, so exquisite,
Colours so explicit.
The Yellowhead Wrasse or the Peacock Flounder,
How many will one encounter?
Submerging into the darkness,
A new world of richness,
A swift glance of a glowing Moray Eel,
There is yet much more to reveal.
But as the Cushion Sea Stars shimmer,
The lights reduce to a glimmer,
The mysteries of the brine,
Will continue to enshrine.