At eye level, the breaking waves
Reveal squawking hawks
Reeling for cod
That lurk beneath
Above the reefs.

Below the foamy surface
Shy turtles dance with the weeds
And crawdads weave sunny threads,
But even more magic lies beneath.

Even further,
Crystals live
In a cave far down below,
Hidden from the thieving eyes
Belonging to the unenrolled.