With the Fish

I rode along the ocean top
And drifted among the waves.
'Twas not a soul in sight to see,
Not a word for days.
But while the waves crashed and roared,
A bird showed in the sky.
He landed swift atop my boat,
And looked me in the eye.
I loved my bird, he was my roots,
And tied me back to land.
His feathers smelled of fresh earth,
The trees, the rocks, the sand.
But then one day my feathered friend,
Took flight and sailed away.
But his ride was not on waves,
Rather on the sunshine's ray.
So into the depths I finally dove
To escape the salty spray.
And was suddenly blinded with the deepest blue,
From the swirling, twirling waves.
The creatures that I saw down there,
Were different from my bird.
The laughed and giggled but all in bubbles,
Without ever speaking a word.