Where mangrove roots pierce turquoise tides,
Surfent Terra glides, where nature confides.
Scales the color of sun-kissed leaves,
A guardian spirit, on ocean’s weaves.
Once protector, gentle and strong,
Guiding life’s dance, where rivers belong.
But shadows crawled, harmony undone,
Twisting peace, leaving scars in the sun.
With verdant tail and whispering sigh,
It guards its domain, beneath a watchful sky.
Coral blooms in a vibrant display,
Echoing stories, carried on ocean’s spray.
Legends whisper of power untold,
Secrets unveiled, stories unfold.
Can life renew, where shadows hide?
Or will beauty wither, with nowhere to confide?
Through sun-dappled waves and mangrove dreams,
Surfent Terra dances, where sunlight gleams.
Hope takes root, a resilient vine,
Will balance return, in waters divine?
But deep within, a memory gleams,
Of crystal shores, bathed in sunlit beams.
Perhaps the guardian, with verdant might,
Can mend the world, and set nature aright.
So let it glide, a verdant grace,
And from the tides, let beauty embrace.
For Surfent Terra holds, a hidden key,
To mend the world, and finally, be free.