Once upon a tide, beneath the blue, there lived a mystery, just for you.
"Who whispers secrets when the moon is shy?" asked the little shell.
The wave replied, "The starfish knows, wiggling ain't just for shows."
Deep down where the cold critters play, lies a treasure of thoughts, fossilized and gray.
"What sings songs of sunken sleep?" inquired the curious seaweed.
The fish grinned, "The old turtle's tales are the ocean's keep."