Turtled Up

Not for haters. Being your best turtle self

There within the shell of isolated splendor

Tranquility oceans float them all about

To dream of waters tropical much warmer

Armored against the best and worst of hell

Yet turtles form no words to yell

But simply gurgle to themselves           

Softly tumble on the waves of Somber

That tumble them about

As often as they go within themselves

Sometimes life has its hurdles

But there is one word and that is turtle

So happy to be tossed like salad

On a rolling swell, a wave of magic

That lands them on a beach so hard

Yet they remain so soft and mellow

Deep inside and peaceful where it counts