It’s hard to find me, down below.
I move very, very slow.
All around me is a vast deep blue.
Some may say it’s too good to be true.
I can’t see, I think no thoughts,
Hopefully I won’t get caught.
If I reach land,
There’ll be soft sand.
It’s so far away,
And I’ll be prey.
My colours iridescent, changing by the light.
My form and size are never quite right.
~ Eva G, year 6, Mercedes College