A poem in a bottle

Waves wash over me,
Making me bounce around in this glass home,

The oceans surround me,
Making me a tiny bit wet in this tiny little prison,

The animals are looking at me,
thinking about this strange object that is clearly not food,

The sun looks down at me,
drying me and showering me with it's warm, sunny, rays,

The sand is stirring around me,
Telling me that the journey is almost over,

The Currents guide me,
leading me to wherever destiny wants me to go,

The land is near me,
I see that I have almost ended my journey,

A person grabs the glass prison surrounding me, opening it and reading me and what I have to say,

For the person who reads this has finally freed me and will keep me from now on, I say to them;
"Hello there, this is my story."