In crystal streams that barely flow,

Where sun-dappled shadows come and go,

A tiny fish with dreams so vast

Watched village life drift slowly past.

Each morning brought the same small sights:

The water-worn stones, the filtered lights,

Three lazy minnows drifting by,

The same patch of endless sky.

But deeper currents pulled his heart,

Whispers of a world apart,

Where mighty waters rushed and rolled,

And stories fresh and strange were told.

One dawn he left his stream behind,

New horizons on his mind,

Past familiar bends and breaks,

Through channels deep and wider lakes.

Then suddenly—the ocean's roar!

A world he'd never known before:

Great highways made of silver schools,

Where different fish lived different rules.

Metal beasts with sonar song

Carved pathways deep where currents throng,

While information streamed and flowed

Through electric currents overflowed.

Neon jellies lit the deep

Where coral towers rose from sleep,

Each avenue a new surprise,

Each turn a feast for searching eyes.

Sometimes when the tide runs strong,

And countless voices share their song,

He misses home—that quiet stream

Where life moved slower than a dream.

But in this vast blue cityscape,

Where thousands different paths take shape,

He's found a truth both strange and bold:

Small fish can swim in waters cold.

For in the Big Wash, wild and free,

Where dangers dance with destiny,

A village fish can learn to soar

And find what life is waiting for.