Beneath the medium fluid
There, lies another world
Another universe exists
Often never to intermingle
Never to cross, to know of
What lies beyond, beyond them
A muffled, gurgling world
Filled with greens, blues, browns
The dictates of the seasons
Their whims e'er contrasting
Some in silent stagnate stillness
Or on rapids of drumming deluge
Everything measured differs so
In opposition of prospective
Where height is then depth
And there is always darkness
In limits of extreme distance
Untouched by a warming sun
The struggles of life go on too
They are often unknown, unnoticed
A sphere aquatic concealed so
Full of the flagellations of being
Some never to know of a world
That lies beyond in the dry air