That's For You To Decide

    The piece of kelp was nothing more than a piece of kelp. It was a kelp color,  kelp shaped, and had a kelp personality. There was nothing else to describe it. Just kelp. 

    On this particular day, the piece of kelp got washed away from its stem. The ocean was quite mad on this day. Unfortunately, the ocean spotted this particular piece of kelp and banished it from the ocean. 

    The kelp flew through the sea, wondering what was going to happen to it on this particular day. 

    Finally, the piece of kelp was thrown onto something smooth. Does this piece if kelp have eyes? Well, that's for you to say. The kelp had landed on something slippery and smooth. The piece of kelp could do nothing more than stay on the smooth, slippery thing. 

        But before long, the smooth, slippery thing dove underwater, but the piece of kelp couldn’t go underwater. It stayed, floating on the surface, wondering what was going to happen to it. 

    A pelican came. A pelican with its big, bulging beak full of fish scooped the piece of kelp up. The kelp was greeted by wriggling fish. Fish attempting to escape the mouth-prision. The piece of kelp calmly waited in the beak, not panicking. Before long, the pelican came to a stop. It opened its beak to pour out its contaminants to its children. The baby pelicans squawked and wailed for food.

    One fish gone, two fish gone. The mother pelican glanced at the kelp, realizing she’d picked it up. Honking, she ignored the piece of kelp and proceeded to feed her children. 

    The mother pelican flew off once more, in search of more food for two fish wouldn’t be enough for four little pelican children. 

    A furry, small creature picked the piece of kelp up. For its nest. The furry creature scampered over pebbles as it carried the piece of kelp in its mouth.

    On this particular day, the particular piece of kelp was lined in a furry creature’s nest and left there.

    The piece of kelp was starting to feel thirsty.

    It wanted water. 

    It wasn’t yet in need of it, but it’d like some water. 

    The piece of kelp was lifted by the wind and softly carried water. Where to? That’s for you to decide. 

    The piece of kelp was dropped into the churning waves of a storm. The ocean was quite angry at a few sailors for killing a dolphin. 

    The piece of kelp floated up and over the waves. Such a fun roller coaster ride, except add in the sound of thunder rumbling in the sky and rain pounding against you.

    The piece of kelp heard the splash of a sailor falling into the ocean. Quite satisfied with itself, the ocean stopped the storm. Sun broke through the gloomy clouds.

    The piece of kelp was tossed around, the waves playing catch. You might think a piece of kelp couldn’t get sea-sick, oh, might you be wrong. The piece of kelp wasn’t feeling so good after a couple of throws. It promptly retched into the ocean. At once, the waves stopped playing and grew still. 

    The piece of kelp was picked up by a fish. A silvery fish. A small, silvery fish that attempted to take the piece of kelp underwater for food, but it didn’t work. The piece of kelp was banished from the ocean and that was that. 

    The fish left the piece of kelp alone with irritation. 

    The piece of kelp was quite happy.

    A seagull flew near the ocean, it’s wings touching the water. It was calling loudly, it’s wings flapping quickly. Didn’t the seagull hear the shark coming? Perhaps if the seagull was quieter, it would’ve. But life is life. The seagull was gone in a chomp. 

    The piece of kelp was of course facing the ocean, not the sky. The piece of kelp could only see the murkiness of the water. Dark shadows swimming. 

    Why couldn’t the piece of kelp couldn’t do anything, until another wave hit it and it surfaced on an island. It was quite a small island, but it was lively. The scuttle of crabs feet, the rustling of palm trees, every single chirp was the sound of love.

    The piece of kelping smiled, if a kelp could smile. Could a piece of kelp smile? That’s for you to decide.

    The tired sun was coming to a rest, it needed rest too. The moon was rising, taking the night-shift. 

    Bioluminescent animals glowed in the ocean, illuminating it into an underwater party. 

    But the piece of kelp didn’t want to be underwater, had it realized now. It didn’t want to be trapped, it wanted to be free, to be able to breath.

    The piece of kelp was laying on its back, staring up at the sky. The ombre of red, orange and yellow which was fading to blue, purple, and black.

    Twinkling stars were coming out. Twinkling stars. Bright stars that contained the spirits of many, many brave sea creatures. The piece of kelp wanted nothing more than to be up with the stars, to be a brave piece of kelp.

    But could a piece of kelp be brave?

    Could a piece of kelp become a shining star that you’d look up to everyday?

    That's for you to decide.

    The piece of kelp sighed. The sun was completely gone, resting, sleeping, allowing the moon to take the shift, allowing the moon to take over the job. 

    The piece of kelp saw the bright, full, moon, and the stars. Quiet, but beautiful. 

    Perhaps a piece of kelp couldn’t do that. Perhaps a piece of kelp couldn’t become brave on this particular day. Perhaps, just perhaps, the piece of kelp was just a piece of kelp. Nothing more than a piece of kelp. 

    The piece of kelp, still staring at the sky, sighed once more. Not an annoyed or sad sigh, but a sigh of relief. 

    The piece of kelp was a piece of kelp.

    Nothing more but a starry piece of kelp.