It was a day like any other day

when everything changes

and you can’t sea

it.

did you sea the sun rise?

 The finned swimmed,

and the sun rose high in the sky 

and fell into the water to play in the day.

The earth spun round.

The sun slipped back into the sky.

and those that came to see, could not see that they too were sea life.

At last, the moon rose

and reflected back the light that shines in everyone

feathered or furred

or

finned.

We never stop spinning. or shining.