Lovely creatures - praying for the moon
Hiding from the day, diving away.
Underwater stay, searching for their way
Like our life without a story,
A fish without sea tides...
While we die by falling down,
They turn around and rise.
In a second they die, and water leads them high they finally find their freedom without mischievous hell or heaven they just live their life like their supposed to they don't corrupt the other like we humans use to.