Truthful Destination - Poetry

#38

Racing each other to the shore,
They smash and shove their way towards the land,
Begging to feel the burning sand beneath them,
They are deadly in their pursuit for freedom from the never ending grasps of the crawly creatures they pass.

Or,

They are calm,
swooshing gently past each other like old friends catching up,
Gliding through the abyss as if it is nothing but wonder and beauty,
People join in their flow and marvel at their compassion,
As it wraps around them in a cold but addictive hug.