Cry Me An Ocean

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Step outside and see the waves,

the waves that dance you into a daze.

Why does the water move as it does?

I looked under the surface to see what it was.

What did I see? What did I see?

A fish, a girl, a mixture of beauty!

Hidden within the light's reflection

was a young mermaid with sandstone complexion.

With long, flowing hair and glittering eyes,

I started to leave, as I thought that was wise.

But to me she swam, grabbing my arm,

begging me to save her sisters from harm;

her grace let me breathe, her hand let me go

and she told me all of the undersea woe.

 "Our world is unique, as special as yours,

but with your mistakes, Mother Nature's off-course!

The waters are dark, hard to see through the murk,

and since we can't see, we're all getting hurt.

Humans need to stop, the oceans and seas 

are getting polluted with trash and debris!"

 She gestured around and swam a pace back,

 "With all of this trash, we're under attack!

Like barbed wire, the plastic, it gets tangled up

in our fins and our gills, we could almost give up.

It latches on tight, every pull tugs it tighter;

if the humans love the water, they're playing with fire!

They're killing us slowly, us mammals and fish

We're suffering! Oh, how badly we wish

to be able to talk to some sensible ones;

with all of your help, damage can be undone!"

She waved her hands and twitched her gills,

 "If ignored, the seas will surely be filled!

Not with water, no, and not with fauna or flora

but with dying creatures who want it to be over!

That's a horrible thing! And in the end, you too

will be paying for this. How's that work for you?

So please, if you have a beating heart at all,

spread our message; make sure all humans hear the call!"

 So with that very intention, away I swam,

because our waters are as important as our land.