Pacific Ocean
According to the Book of Genesis, God created the oceans on the second day of creation by separating the waters from the dry land. God looked at what He created and it was good.
"I am one, but we are many, we must be motivated to motivate others. Every time you discard a plastic container there is a chance it will wind up in an ocean. Say NO to single use plastic items, It’s a start” The Poet.
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Such a dream, not the recurring one of falling.
The Pacific Ocean - to me it was calling.
“The people of earth are poisoning me,
discarded plastics are thrown needlessly.”
“They form a canopy, stopping the sun.”
the ocean, begging for help, "something must be done"
Dreaming, I explained that I’m only one.
“Imperative that it’s stopped, humans must unite.”
“The world must be shown all the damage and my plight.
you must organise groups to join the fight.”
“This is urgent, the rubbish is smothering me.
Humans, please see I’m not a garbage tip for free.”
“I control climates, create, oxygen to breathe.
Economies rely on me, so now I seethe.”
Showing anger and desperation, it would seem,
the Pacific Ocean intensified my dream.
The ocean like a furious banshee,
waves fiercely explode then merge to the angry sea.
I awake so motivated to make a start.
The Pacific Ocean needs me to do my part.
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