Waves of Azure
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Once rolling waves of azure washed ashore
and cerulean curls colored the sky;
subservient to time and nothing more.
The tides ebbed and flowed, neither fast nor slow,
stealthily slipping silently away,
when the tug of the new moon's pull feels low.
The Sea whips up a zillion drops of rain
in a melody of showers and storms;
a dominatrix of pleasure and pain.
From indigo shades to aquamarine
She is the heart and lungs of our planet,
and yet, we've turned Her into a latrine.
Sullied by centuries of pollution
the Sea is filthy, no longer pristine,
and yet we lack a long-term solution.
A once thriving, living Sea, She's dying,
placing the whole world in grievous danger,
and yet only Nature hears Her crying.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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