Ecstasy

 The Shrimp in the sea,

That play in the waves,

Allowing the sun
To beam on their raves;

Dancing in ecstacy
In froth and In foam,
Ignoring the darkness,
The gloom and the gloam.

Their laughter carries far,
Their tears are of joy,
Comingling with the tides
And kissing the buoy.

The ocean is grander
Than any can say,
But their freedom more transient
At the end of the day.