Back at the ocean,
severe rain falls,
But floods are non existent.
Land, too.
Maybe, once?
Down under.
She is a new kind.
But ultimately the same.
An adaptation,
Or an evolution?
Her depths are deep.
Her volume is vast.
She is a design in intaglio,
and a relief in existence.
One fact remains.
She holds more life in gills,
than lungs.