On
the
land,
she
is
slow;
in
the
water
she
glides.
In
the
ocean,
she
swims
with
a
grace
through
the
tides.
play
In
the
day
she
will
surface
to
breathe,
but
at
night,
she
will
sleep
underwater
for
hours
out
of
sight.
play
In
Hawaii
she'll
bask
in
the
warmth
on
the
beach,
From
the
humans
protected
and
kept
out
of
reach.
play
Skin
is
green,
like
the
algae
she
eats
to
survive;
Her
hard
shell
will
protect
her,
helps
keep
her
alive.
play
With
her
flippers
like
paddles,
she
swims
through
the
sea;
In
the
water,
she's
nimble,
her
movements
are
free.
play
In
the
warmest
of
months,
she
will
travel
quite
far;
She'll
journey
by
day
and
by
night,
under
stars.
play
To
the
beach
where
she
hatched,
she's
returning
once
more.
With
the
male
at
her
side,
she
will
mate
just
offshore.
play
She
is
clumsy
and
slow
as
she
moves
on
the
land;
She
will
nest
up
the
beach
where
it's
dry
in
the
sand.
play
There
she'll
dig,
make
a
pit;
lay
her
eggs
in
the
dark,
Taking
time
to
conceal
them
and
leaving
no
mark.
play
Baby
turtles
will
break
through
their
shells
and
dig
out,
But
with
predators
waiting,
their
survival's
in
doubt.
play
They
must
crawl
to
the
water;
they
move
towards
the
light;
The
horizon
is
calling
at
dawn;
end
of
night.
play
On
the
land,
they
are
slow;
in
the
water
they
glide;
In
the
ocean,
they
swim
with
a
grace
through
the
tides.
