They travel and live in the sea,
They can't harm a fly, let-alone you or me,
So just flip them before they die.
With gentle claws,
And a crescent shell,
Make sure they live so all is well,
We know nothing of their nature yet,
We think them just a creature,
Maybe we will find that they are quite divine.
They may be odd to us,
But we are odd to them,
They live in an ocean gem,
We live on land,
And play in sand,
But they have a purpose,
When they surface to lay their eggs,
After this they glide away,
Only to return another day.