Save it for Death

Swimming, eating, living in the sea.
Thinking not of what's above,
knowing it cannot fly,
only of what each wave brings,
until the rise of it's tide.
Seeing the sky,
singing like the dove.

The bird who sings on wind
wonders of the deep blue
and the creatures it grew.
Deciding, during it's last song, when
wings felt no gift, to finally swim.
With songs of sky finally sung,
the singing of the sea could now begin.