Under the surface sheen In the carousel of the surf And the churned-up foam Turquoise-coloured drink And beige dust storm Swirling down Brushing against Corals and polyps That will die too and Join the round bodies Of diatoms. Stars of the sea, Celestial show in the deep. Dancing as they descend, Toward the inevitable end, The boundless dark A plain of mud Made ghostly by their larks.
I had just seen a program about creatures of the sea, including diatoms, or phytoplankton that photosynthesize. It fascinated me that something so tiny and delicate could be so important, fixating 20% of the air's carbon and 40% of marine carbon. This makes them incredibly crucial to life on Earth.