With wings of muscle, they glide over the surface.
Flying towards glory and Gold.
Butterflies of the sea
Swooping, floating, sailing through the aquamarine.
Travelling as if through  space and time,
And life itself stops to admire and gaze.
Nothing can stop us.
Not the waves of the ocean, nor the storms of the world.
Because with the oxygen of the water,
We are unstoppable.
Wind, rocks, trees,
Are no match for the swell of pride and dignity
within in our chests.
On our backs, gazing at the sky,
Stroking grandeur with our outstretched feathers.
We liberate the world,
One sprint at a time.