Where is my home?

The Ocean is Dying

Once the Oceans were bright and happy, full of life and beauty and wonder. What they've done up above has changed everything. All of what used to be is gone. And it's never coming back. 

Everywhere I swim, there's the horrid material that's hard and chokes many of my friends. It's getting too warm, so we have to migrate further away from where I used to live. The Ocean is a dangerous place. The predators are becoming more desperate, and the prey suffer. The ones up above rarely come down here, and if they do, they come with their unnatural, hard, floating devices. As if they could even swim. 

Things are changing. None of my children survived their first week. My brothers and sisters all died long ago, as did my parents. My mate swims beside me, but I can tell he's weak. He's not going to live much longer in the heat. I wonder what the ones above did to make it so hot. Some say that they cast a net around the Sun, and dragged it closer to the Earth. Some say they captured the Sun in a cage and threw it in some part of the Ocean. 

Whatever it is that they've done, I hate them for it. Some of my children should've lived. But not even one. When I was young, I had a brother and a sister to play with. That world seems so far away. My home is so far away. They took my home away. They took it away from my mate and my children, and my brother and sister. I wonder if the ones above could survive without a home. They probably can. They don't belong anywhere. 

My mate suddenly stops, and I stop with him. It's that hard clear material again. It's everywhere, ruining our beautiful Ocean. I look him in the eye. He stares back, his gaze full of longing, and relief. Then all his movements stop, and slowly he begins to sink. I'm not sad. I'm glad. He's going to a better place. The Ocean will carry him to the very bottom, where the ones above can't reach him. He's going to see our children, and he'll tell them how much we loved them.

At least it's me that's still here, and not him. I couldn't bare it if I left him here. I'm trapped here, until I go meet Death. I was born in this Ocean, I could never leave it. It's a big place, but even the great sharks and whales can't see all ends of it.  

Where is my home? Where is the pretty coral or the bright colours? They've hurt us without knowing it. They've taken away the colour with their littering. Because of their vain, stupid hopes, they have destroyed a life of millions. I hate them for everything they've ever done. But we can't do anything about it.

Death is our only home now.