As over the calm sea, torrents lie beneath.
Predators chase prey, a struggle for survival.
There is a war under the oceans, I war of life, a war of survival.
All of it masked by the calm ocean surface.
There is always more that meets the eye.
More than can be seen.
Another story waiting to be understood.
Would you want to understand?
Or would you relegate it to one of those questions you avoid.
To allow you to continue on in oblivion.
There is always a storm under the calm, even if hidden from sight.