Who will preserve the
fragile seagrass meadows
From destruction by fertilizer and
chemicals that block the sunlight
From careless boaters, greedy
constructions of mankind?
Where the magnificent green,
grand loggerhead sea turtles feed
Undisturbed; hatchlings emerge from nests,
and, in darkness, crawl to the ocean
While Bahama Nightshades sleep
in the coastal hammock.
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