The sea
Old big blue,
Teeming with nature
And full of fish.

Fish...
Fish...
Fish...
Fish.

You cut it,
You cook it,
You dress it,
You eat it.

Some of us however
Prefer to skip the second step
Without it cooked
We preserve its all natural beauty.

Weeds
Weeds are all over
In the ground
In ole blue.

In ole blue,
We take it out
We shape it
We mold it
We make it our own.

For the sea gives us,
The greatest treasure,
The ability to make something so simple,
And yet so beautiful.

The flavor,
Nothing compares,
Healthy
Pure
Simple

How could something be perfect
So pristine
When perfect doesn't exist,
It can be sushi.