Where The Wind Blows
Splash, splash. The ocean breaks upon the fine white sand. The sun peering down, peeking between the thick white clouds.
Chirp, Chirp. The birds echo through to tall palm trees. The wild awakening around the morning breeze.
Swoosh, swoosh. The wind blows as the front moves in over the horizon. The ocean becoming calm and quiet.
Hush, hush. All is still but more than alive.
Out breaks a head, and another, and many more out of the fine white sand.
Waddle, waddle. Hundreds of turtles make their way to the to calm and quiet waters.
Splash, splash. One, then two, then the rest break into the ocean waves as they make their way to a new journey.
Sway, sway. The ocean calm as ever, only for the turtles to make it out safely.
Splah, chirp, swoosh. The wild awakens once again, echoing throughout the ocean sky.
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