As they pierce the bright blue gleaming water
I have seen them leap and play
in a immeasurable ocean
glistening on a hot summer day
and mysterious like flying arrows
they fly over breaking sea swells,
plunging down into the depths again
into a world of sea-weeds and shells.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-fish-4/
