You would think the first colour
To pluck out of the palette
Would be a salty odour
Besides a mermaid’s palate;
But the sea is barely blue
Instead, she’s a continuum
Of yellows to greenish hues
Hundreds of yarn on a loom
How does the eye fail to see
The minuscule lines of light
Tracing the crevices of the sea?
It‘s only dawned on my sight
With the strokes of this sprite
