Finding Nemo

Finding Nemo

Beneath the blue veil of the Southern Sea,
Marlin, the anxious clownfish, swims with glee—
His tiny heart in a world of vast, wondrous hue,
Where every reef’s a cathedral, and the tide rings true.

“Nemo,” he calls, with hope that won’t tickle his doubts,
The son he missed, now under a great blue shroud of vents.
The ocean breathes a song, a lullaby so deep,
Where every carp and shark keep secrets they’ll keep.

Dory, the forgetful, with memory’s playful spill,
Wanders along with tail‑beat, untroubled by each chill.
“Let’s go, old mate, do not fret the surging tide!”
Together, they chart routes where shadows and mischief collide.

The clownfish dad trades caution for a chance at love,
Chasing Sirens and squids— an odyssey from above.
Even the clams with pearls hidden in the dim,
Wink at those who dare to roam beyond rim.

As moonlit waves crash on the shipwood glass,
Nemo emerges from the jaws of a carven past.
Marlin finds him, old fears crumbled in a sigh,
And both swaddle the reef in late puffs of shy warmth.

So when a tide writes tales of loss and hope’s quick dance,
Remember the ocean’s wide, generous romance,
With crabs that clap, sharks that grunt, and a dolphin’s grin,
All part of the saga that swims, sings, and spins.