Siren’s Sonnet - Estuaries

The red-barked trees,

waxy whorled leaves.

Have mussels clinging,

to prop roots.

The black-barked trees,

salt crystals on their leaves.

Sprouting straight

Up from the ground.

The frigate bird’s

red balloon,

the reddish egret’s

happy dance,

the sea hare motif.

Life is at the mercy of the tide,

He comes in to bring sweet relief,

Just as quickly as he disappears.

Learn the pools to survive –

Adapt or die.