My Sea, The Gift of my Lord
My sea,
The places of the island are self-perpetuating
With a blue carpet like a rug
Waves crashing waves
A gift from God
My sea,
In the crashing wind hempas
Among the water ripples that splash
Fish swimming while glorifying gratefully
What God favors you deny
My sea,
Coral reefs organize themselves
Paint between the silky water color
This is the masterpiece of the Creator
What you and I have to keep
Poems About The Damaged Sea
Marine wound ....
Greedy, That's human
When explosions kill many fish
Damage the coral reefs and their beauty
Fish - small fish dying
And what else is left
Besides greed
Greed, it's human too
Cleanliness becomes a mere dream
When the sea becomes a trash can
Only limited to accommodate the rest of the dirt
Tamak, it's still human
Unlimited exploration
Hearts are happy and satisfied
The sea remains a victim
Poor, That's our grandchildren
just remembering the history of how beautiful our sea is
Felt how clean the ocean of
Dreaming of Beautiful Beaches edge
~ parlo