Being under water gives me new life Feeling of rebirth and peace doesn’t get old
Cutting through the water like a sharp knife As soon as my fingertips touch the cold
Running out of air, better get to top Reaching for the light, clawing for sweet air
Water all around, lungs about to pop The cold water caresses you with care.
Does it sit there complaining when you dive? Or hold its breath and watch you come alive?
Seeing life through the small eyes of a fish Hands and fingers like flippers, foot like fin
Flying through the water with a flourish Racing to wall, with intention to win