The Under the Sea* Story
Many cheery vessels I see,
happily bobbing on a bright blue sea.
Under the Sea seahorses dance with the fish,
weaving through the grass and coral with a swish.
There is not a cloud in the sky, the winds are low and so is the tide.
Quietly we gently glide and float, united on our memories in a lovely boat.
I see your smiling face, wallow in your caring gaze,
and feel the warmth of the sun’s embrace, as we sail on to a familiar place,
all the while keeping pace, with the lively underwater steeple chase.
Every day whether asea or ashore,
I travel back without a sail or an oar, and my spirits soar.
We are there once more,
together in the craft we both adore.
