A rocky wall.

A shelter from the tides,

A haven for all.

Deep in the seaweed,

Hidden by plants,

Lays a small glass bottle,

Discovered by chance.

Bejewelled with sea shells,

Trinkets galore,

Where a Little Fish lives,

With all that they store.

Their life is happy,

Filled up with fun.

They're always at their best,

Whenever gests have begun.