There's neon gravel in an aquarium wall
And the fish glow like ceiling stars,
Not knowing how beautiful they are.
All they know is each other
But at least their tank has pebbles
That echoes the northern lights.
And the fish do bring a lively scene
To what is essentially their prison
Before the next transparent box.
So hopefully they're allowed
To keep their glow—blissfully unaware
That they are like the neon gravel,
A decoration
Like plastic plants and ceiling stars.