Professional swimmers, they dance in the deep,
Their strokes a symphony, their movements a sleep.
With every lap, a story unfolds,
Of dedication, of passion, of a life told.
To them, the water’s home, a place to roam,
Where amateurs like us, see only a foam.
They glide with ease, like fish in the sea,
While we struggle to stay afloat, wild and free.
Swimming’s an art, a science, a test,
Easy as learning Chinese, or so they profess.
But to master the strokes, the breathing, the pace,
Is as difficult as learning neurology’s complex space.
The pros make it look simple, a effortless delight,
But beneath the surface, a world of hard work takes flight.
They train, they push, they strive to be best,
Their love for swimming, forever put to the test.
So let’s appreciate, these athletes of the deep,
Their dedication, their passion, their souls that keep.
For swimming’s not just a sport, but a way of life,
A world beneath the waves, where they thrive and strive.
