Kevan Smith - Spring

Coolness over body.  Family, friends glide through the gentle water of Bay.

Faster, slower, up, down.  Flow along beautiful, soft, gentle, ultra-sensor currents.  Sonics through azure, guide to fishies, especially soft little ones.  Love little ones.  Fun sneaking up on and nudging schnapper or two by tail tips.  Scares shyte out of them.  They wobble, spin trying to not be devoured.  I do ‘cause I can, makes me giggle, blow out bubbles of joy.

Boat people come look. They call me ‘Spring’.

I go deep, rush up, flying through the air.  They shout “Oh look, Spring is in the air”.