Waves Of Azure
Once, rolling waves of azure washed ashore
while cerulean curls colored the sky;
subservient to time and nothing more.
The Sea whips up a zillion drops of rain,
as 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;
Her shores are filthy, no longer pristine;
for we lack any long-term solution.
A once-thriving, living Sea is dying,
placing the whole world in grievous danger,
and you can almost hear Nature crying.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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