Infinite Spirals: Reflections of a Little Fish

Dear World, let me weave you a tale,
Of thoughts that linger, still and frail,
As I gaze upon the vast unknown,
Staring at the ocean, cast on my own.

For there, amidst the waves so grand,
Countless creatures, small and bland,
Each a little fish, swimming free,
Maybe insignificant, yet like me.

But why does society insist to claim,
Only sardines and tuna, their fleeting fame?
Their taste a treasure, highly pursued,
While little fish like us go overlooked.

In this grand theater, humans partake,
Rescuing dolphins, for movie's sake,
A strange paradox, for surely you see,
Size shouldn't dictate the worth we decree.

All living beings, both big and small,
Are vital cogs within nature's thrall,
Equal, dear world, we must perceive,
A shared importance we all must believe.

God's divine hand crafted us all,
From the mighty lions to creatures small,
He fashioned day and wove in night,
A symphony of creation, filled with delight.

And so, dear world, I beseech you to dwell,
On the intricacies in which we all excel,
Respecting the light, we must align,
Celebrate together, our paths intertwined.

For even the smallest fish in the sea,
Holds worth and purpose, as does thee,
Infinite spirals of life's grand design,
In unity and respect, let us intertwine.

So, as I stare at the ocean's gleam,
Embracing all creatures, both unseen,
I find solace and purpose in contemplating,
The interconnectedness, unabating.

Dear world, let us treasure the grace,
Of the little fish, held in life's embrace,
For beyond all petty judgments we devise,
Lies the beauty that connects you and I.

Let this epistle ripple through your soul,
Ignite the storyteller within, make it whole,
For in the depths of our emotions' sea,
Truly profound tales reside, waiting to be set free.