Bright lights hit the shore
Colouring the waters blue
The treasure begun to show
Fish emerged golden glued
Corals lost their coarseness
The sand was no more grain
Sea shells shimmered purple
The undertow lost its way
Lost, lost, lost was the way
Tumbling, mumbling, fumbling
The kelps had nothing to say
Just humming, to keep swimming
The lights upturned the ocean
Magic made orange meet blue
Life had a meaning, until one day
Back came the undertow
Back came the undertow,
Back came the sand in toe,
Back came the open ocean,
Back came the purple shells, home!
All along it was right there
Right there within the memory lane
And whoosh the lights hit bright
Dory was home again.
— Srishtika Prakash
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