A message in a bottle,
was once brought to me.
Adventures galore it narrated,
spread before to see.

Of dolphins to swim with,
Of sea and sand,
In front of thee,
holding thy hand.

Of collecting shells,
along the beach.
Of the waves' murmur...
wonderful speech.

Of fulfilling dreams
before an age,
Of flowers to line,
the margins of every page.

Of exotic things,
to breathe and eat.
Of highest places,
a lookout seat.

But nothing remains,
in remembrance.
As one mistake,
takes precedence.

The bottle is broken,
cannot hold a message.
Sinks below the surface,
Thus the final presage.