The blue depths

The deeper I dive the bluer you get,
Shinning pearls in azure rainbows wet,
But then
Why on top are you so passive serene?
Hiding vibrant mysteries within?

The depths are alive, a world of its own,
Brimming riches from thoughts once sown,
And yet
All tucked neat to the bottom layers,
As if atop no one cares.

Above on top you remain steady, alone,
On new born waves the sun does mourn,
But at times
I have seen you change your hue,
When from north the storm winds blew.

Myriad stripes of frightening grey,
As your towering pillars sway,
But it soon does pass
As you return to your sense,
Hiding still deep the secrets immense.