Beneath The Sea Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The hand of nature has a pace
a timing and a way
that works unnoticed by the crowds
that rush about all day

High mountains form in mighty shapes
that take ten million years
the deserts bloom or dry to dust
though sleepy they appear

Strong winds change quickly or die down
by measured ways and means
the sky a wide kaleidoscope
of ever changing scenes

These transformations all around
evolve in perfect pace
but deep down on the ocean's floor
sea creatures shape their trace

Beneath the glistening of seas
that turn from green to blue
or frothy white with crests of waves
there lies a world few view

No masterpiece created by
the hands of humankind
compares in cunning and delight
with forms sea creatures twine

The little clams, the coral forms
dark barnacles, white shells
sea urchins and quaint mollusk forms
touch wrecks with magic spells

Dank water tombs of sailor men
and cargo doomed and lost
are sculptures that small sea born elves
with cunning art emboss

The hand of nature has a pace
a timing and a way
that works unnoticed by the crowds
that rush about all day.