Stories had been told of you
Like those of Ariel and Nemo
Gold Becomes theirs
but what becomes of you?
Poets and songwriter spoke of eyes
deep clear beautiful blue as you
Yet not all see the mess they dump
in the water that defines you.
Our bellies are full from your bounties
since time become existant
That often we undervalue or forget how crucial you are to our own existence .
Many fear your wrath
As many had vanished in an instant
Yet, beloved friend I have faith
you won't gulp me as an aftermath.
Deep
Thanks @ronnarex I love the ocean you know
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I don't see poem on steemit very often.
Thank you @gratefulayn for sharing this.
so it's about how old the ocean is and how man mistreats its?
More or less yes, @kingsright
Beautiful words! You inspired me to write in English, sometimes I write in my own language, but I've never tried to write poetry in English. The sad thing is that no one is paying attention to my posts. :(
P.S The pictures are stunning as well!