In a garden damp with morning light, There wandered a snail of silken white. Soft as mist on petals born, She moved like grace through roots and thorn. Beside the moss, so calm and back, Crawled her match—a shell of black. But on his back, a spiral curled— A swirl of white, a tiny world. They met where ivy bent its head, And silence bloomed in greens and red. No need for songs, no rush, no race— Just tender trails they’d interlace.
Mr. Swordtail, bring me a dream, Bring me a dream of the ocean’s gleam. With your orange tail shining bright and free, And Mama swimming right beside thee. Oh, Mr. Swordtail, bring that magic near, (doo doo doo doo doo) Let your splash set our dreams clear!
Two black mollies, swimming in a row, One swims fast and one swims slow. Yes sir, yes sir, watch them glide, Male in the front, female by his side. Bubbles rise up, gentle and clear, He flicks his tail when she swims near. Over the gravel, under the arch, Waltzing along in a watery march.
Two bright guppies with tails like fans, Swirling through water in dazzling spans. One shines teal with a streak of red, The other gold like the sun overhead. They weave through plants in a silent glide, Dancing in rhythm, side by side. A flick, a flash, a playful spin— The tank feels larger with both of them in.
Three bold platys in a tank of glass, Strutting their colors as other fish pass. One wears sunset, red and gold flame, Flaring his fins like he’s claiming the name. Two and three circle, ready to spar, Dancing like fireflies beneath the star. No real fight—just fins and pride, In a kingdom of bubbles where rivals glide.
Seven feisty minnows in the river play, Darting through the ripples, bold and gray. Flashing past the cattails, quick as light, Fins like sparks in the morning bright. One spins circles, two leap high, Three chase shadows as four swims by. Five flicks pebbles, six makes waves, Seven hides deep in the hollowed caves.
Five neon tetras in a glowing streak, Blue and red ribbons, fast and sleek. They flicker like sparks in a gentle tide, Turning as one, then darting wide. They whisper through shadows with silent grace, Five tiny lanterns in an endless race. A flash, a shimmer, a burst of light— Gone in a blink, like stars at night.
Two silvery mamas with bellies round, Glided in silence, without a sound. Then came a flick, a wiggle, a whirl— And suddenly—babies! A million unfurl! Tiny and clear, like glints of glass, Swarming the tank in a newborn mass. The mamas just floated, calm and proud, While their fry made ripples soft and loud.
Three little catfish, whiskers wide, Scooting through gravel where secrets hide. They nudge and sift with patient grace, Exploring the tank at a slower pace. One found a cave, two played tag, Three chased a snail, four found a bag. Quiet and clever, calm and sly— They sweep the floor as the day drifts by.
