Emerging Gems

I gazing at the wild red sea

Was admiring at a drowning sun

Catching the buzz of a busy bee

And children tumbling with fun

Roaring waves are to tickle them

For which they won't fall back

They are on the track of gaining gem

So they are not stepping back

Pink sand hold up their limbs

Filled with brittle shells & snail

Halts them to emerge as brave kings

For them to defend & preserve their sail.