You’ll always find friends in the sea
blush-coloured fish in filigree
a countryside hidden from view
to folks who walk and talk as though
they understand the endless deep
the place that breathes while we sleep
the place from which we came to be
where life began, where things are free.
I heard whispers, old and true
that spoke of birth and growth in blue
they mentioned springs of conscious life
the start of colour, laughter, strife.
Then, in time, the plastic came
the water rose and warmed in pain
the colour drained from gardens few
so we continued, as we do,
till now past riches are bone white
creatures dart and dive in plight
this place will never be the same
if we can’t learn to love again.
And love we will, when we can see
that life itself comes from the sea
rolling fabrics, lofty hills
Earth’s palace swathed in emerald hue,
gilded waves with morning trills
and shards of sunlight sprinkle through
they glitter down upon the tide
and dance across the seahorse hide
to vibrant gardens underneath
our comrade, the old coral reef.