The Secret of The Silver EEL

Where do EEls come from?

The Secret of the Silver Eel



Yonder where the sea turns dark and deep,
The quiet dreams and shadows sleep,
There swam a silver eel named Leo, bright,
His eyes reflected the moon's pale light.

He asked old Theo, the turtle wise,
Who'd seen the stars in a thousand skies.
“Where do eels come from—where are they born?
Do waves bring them forth on the crest of morn?”

Theo chuckled, slow and kind
“A mystery the sea designed
No one knows—not fish nor man,
It's hidden deep where time began”

“No eggs? No nests? No mother near?”
Asked Leo with a note of fear.
“The sea,” said Theo “guards that lore.
To learn her secrets you must explore”

So off he swam one starstruck night,
His body gleaming, ghostly bright.
Past coral gardens, caves and sand,
Where glowing plankton lit the land.

He joined a thousand eels that gleaned
Their silver scales like starlight dreams.
They swam where currents softly call—
To the Caspian Sea, the heart of it all.

Then wow— each— ill began to Glow,
Like silver stars and waves below.
Their bodies shimmered, tails uncurled,
They vanished from the watery world.

Then far away, in rivers wide,
Glass eels wiggled with the tide.
Clear as rain drops, small and new
They journeyed where the soft winds blew.

No human eye has spied that place ,
Where eels are born in the Seas embrace.
The ocean keeps her secret deep,
In moonlit silence, hers to keep.

If you listen on nights that reveal,
The whispering eels, you may hear.
The sea still laughs — quite, kind and sly—
Beneath her veil of deep-water sky.