You Choose!

HERE LIES THE MANTA RAY

How gracefully she moved, so delicately as if she were a cloud. The sparkling, crystal blue made way as her large, defined, cephalic fins flapped gently and lunged her forward. Behind her, a long tail piloted her slow, gentle movements. How majestic she looked. She held such an exquisite beauty. None like that of this world. Beneath her was an abundance of colours, teaming with life. From the largest of wide spaces, to the smallest nooks and crevices, both big and small  came together to create such diverse ecosystems where all were fully dependent on one another, to ensure their survival for the future. All held significant complexity and unique individuality, however, all bonded together as a single body to maintain their beautiful homes and to ensure a promising, fertile future generation.
So she'd always known.

Like always, she soared upwards and barrel rolled back down to demonstrate the captivating ballet of her feeding routine as she fed on plankton. She allowed herself to appreciate a lingering glee. She lost herself  to an entirely new world which was supposedly better than that she was in. Beside her, were the decomposing remains of what once was a plastic bottle. Drifting above her were the tatered bits of  plastic jellyfish. Beneath her, a seabed of fishing nets. Slowly, everything enclosed her in. Everything so suddenly, seemed to turn into a plastic version of itself, sent out to bring havoc and destruction to the beautiful world she once so proudly called home. Something which took countless generations to create and to perfect, was all gone. All within the brink of a second. Like a strike to her heart, she plummeted to a place of grey and devastation. She realized she wasn't having a nightmare, but rather she was reluctantly waking up to the harsh reality of the place she called home.

At this point and onwards, her mind was to no longer linger amongst the bright, fluffy, clouds, but all she could do was envy the freedom the birds had, of how they lived in a different kind of blue, a better kind of blue.

As it was bound to happen, she fell victim to one of man's cruel creations. A net. She laid there defeated and hopeless. The soft, fine sand seemed to cotrast how a rough, thick fishing net cut deep, and enclosed her in a heap of pain, discomfort and misery. The foamy white repeatedly brushed her skin, only to pull away, as if to mock her sorrowfilled attempts as her gills strained to reach and suffocated.

As she laid alone on a sandy shore , facing her last moments,  she rewrote  her story: here lies the manta ray; how miserably she moved, as if she were an emotionless soul to be mocked by man, who hovered over her to capture her pity with a flash.

I have fallen to the wrath of your ignorance, carelessness and merciless acts. You deny my future. You choose and choose wisely;

PLANET OR PLASTIC ?