White waves riding on the dark blue sea,
Surging strongly toward the shore,
Spreading foams as they hit the rocks.
Then, dancing rust-like weeds
Laced the shore.
Curious eyes found the trash-like stuff
The sore-eyes of the surrounding,
Dirty and unsightly, they spoilt the sea.
But these were seaweeds,
The most valued commodity
Of this country.
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