There was no greater wonderland on Earth than the community of corals and fish. They sung of living in their colours, a sort of visual choir seen by the eyes and heard by the soul.
The coral was the most humble pastel palace Earth or heaven could provide. If it hadn't existed it would have been a masterstroke of imagination to breathe it upon a canvas. It was a sort of divine Atlantis conjured from the most innocent of dreams.
The coral was always an exuberant carnival, as if those nature-sequinned fish deserved such a vibrant home.
The coral laughed as if it had dreamed of colour combinations to break every style rule and still be the finest of artworks.
The coral was a diva's welcoming arms, she with the bold gaiety, owning the stage that was the shoreline bed.
Coral danced in the current with the purity of a child's dream. Within it the fish knew food and shelter, a place to call home.
If any part of creation is God's most beautiful dream, it is the corals in those warm seas. To see them is enchanting, truly.
There is a certain kind of beauty that is only found in the wild. It is where there is such liberty that organic shapes reach and sway to build their own living art, their own community. That is the way corals are. They thrive in the clean waters off this coastline without the scars of the tamed land.