Turtled Up

There within the shell of isolated splendor Tranquility oceans float them all about To dream of waters tropical much warmer Armored against the best and worst of hell Yet turtles form no words to yell But simply gurgle to themselves Softly tumble on the waves of Somber That tumble them about As often as they go within themselves Sometimes life has its hurdles But there is one word and that is turtle So happy to be tossed like salad On a rolling swell, a wave of magic That lands them on a beach so hard Yet they remain so soft and mellow Deep inside and peaceful where it counts