The roaring waves awakened me,
the morning air full of mist.
I could hear the sea calling out to me,
its sole purpose was to exist.
Now its life was diminishing,
As the sea sang of its life.
Beckoning me to listen,
to the sad tale of its strife.
The life the sea once had,
was a life full of bliss.
Now the sea is reduced to sad,
dreaming of the life it once had.
The sea that once had been,
was full of life.
Now the sea, rid of its fins,
could not sustain life.
Because of the pollution,
coursing through its veins,
life had died out within the sea,
during the sea's mighty reign.
Now the sea is reduced to
living a miserable life.
Dreaming until it could once more awaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have often dreamt of the moment when every single person will realise how valuable our oceans and seas are :) I love how you describe such as a disaster and how much it means... awesome job. Great poem :)