Green Sea Turtle

The sea unleashes its children green seeking a sandy shielded defense and swimming wings for legs, scraping their way from seaweed waters at low tide the sea awakens... Those crusted, frothy shells demand their way toward the grasses as destiny calls. Barely an eye to see, eroded like a silver spoon, they plummet forward jerky as a scared dog, tumbling at each step... heavy trucks bumping over a rocky road. As the gods would have it they succeed to lay their eggs on shore.