Luke B..


Waning Sea


Waves are crashing
On the beach
Fish are swimming
In the deep

In this endless abyss
Of the ocean blue
The unknown
Lies Waiting

Never seen
With the naked eye
Never heard
With our own ears

Rain is falling
On the street
The clouds tears
Echo our fears

In the rivers
Water flows
Feeding oceans
Shaping Canyons

The beauty of this powerful force
Is slowly fading
Due to humanities selfish desires
Our seas are waning

No more waves
Crashing on the beach
No more rivers
Shaping the globe

No more creatures
Swimming in the sea
No more water
For us to drink

The water's gone
The fish are dead
Without them
Humanity comes to an end

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2008

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