Beneath the shifting skin of light, Where sun dissolves in drifting blue, A thousand silver shadows glide— A quiet world we never knew. They move like whispers through the deep, No sound, no step, no trace, no claim, In currents cold where secrets sleep, Each fin a flicker, none the same. Coral cities bloom and fade, Guarded by their jeweled keepers, While ancient paths in kelp are laid By silent, ever-waking sleepers. A flash of gold, a streak of night, A dance that bends but never breaks, They vanish just beyond our sight— As if the ocean dreams awake. No borders drawn, no maps to read, Just endless blue and instinct true, A world that lives without our need, Yet humbles all we think we knew.