The 52 Hertz Whale

A special little whale, Born in the dark depths of the ocean. An abnormality, random variable, first of its kind. A soft blue blob, Looking for a home. Warm ocean currents with the softness of spring The blooming corals of youth The merpeople proposing with blinding seashells The pleasant brilliance of the ocean exploding A bomb of colour. The baby whale's heart was sky blue and free. It wailed in happiness for its bright future - 52Hz. A soft blue blob, Looking for a home. Scorching fire from the equatorial waters Taught it to survive in the harsh world. It earnt its battle scars. Yet, as always, it was alone. The baby whale roared in anger and perhaps, on a more subconscious level, loneliness - 52Hz A soft blue blob, Looking for a home. Autumn, the season of heartbreak. The dejected blob had grown older and more forlorn. The coral path of love, Painted in the colours of the sunset. A lively orange ending in a sad, coffee brown. Sadness at 52Hz. A soft blue blob, Looking for a home. The coldness from the northern ice caps numbed the beating of its heart. A monotonous life in black and white - Mostly white. It would have frozen its tear tracks But then, can one really cry in an ocean? ... - 52Hz Time had left behind a dejected blob. Giving up, it let its weight drag its soul down into the dark ocean floors from which it was born, its eyes like the burning embers of coal. That was when it saw Another. :)