Les Algues
Les Algues
I have no heart
Without a mind
I stand alone
Next to my kind.
Near rocky beds
I still survive
Dormant at night
Yet much alive.
I can hide many
Might save a few
With higher reach
A better view.
I have no sight
So cannot rave
I feel the sun
I know the waves.
With current’s flow
I lose my grip
Float upward now
On foaming spit.
Shoreward bound
My fate decreed
Les algues de mer
French for seaweed. :)
Copyright © Michelle Mac Donald | Year Posted 2012
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