Child of the Storm

She sailed at dawn with her father dear, Cast lines of hope in waters clear.

But clouds rolled in, the sky turned gray, And storm winds stole their calm

away. The waves rose high, the light grew dim, The tiny boat was tossed by whim.

A roaring sea, a world unkind— And soon their vessel slipped from mind. Her father called

through thunder’s roar, He searched and wept from shore to shore.

For in those depths, where shadows curled, He lost his precious little girl. But darkness did

not mark her end— She woke to realms the oceans tend. A world below, both strange and

bright, Where coral sang with glowing light. Where fish told tales in silver