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.