Beneath the surface, I swallow all, From silver spoons to drops that fall, When water flows, I am your fate, Letting go what you can’t abate. Yet in the realm of sound and sight, I bring many as one, in seamless flight.

A way to send messages for those in the pen and the sound of a song from a feathered friend

found in the sea but used as a greeting

I flow like the sea in a crimson cave, And am often swapped with a date To show the passion that you both crave, But release me to show your hate

Scientists, pockets, engines, and bottles have this in common with me.