THE SEA.

THE SEA.
It freshens the day
receives all the gay
into its bosum
our sweaty afternoons
a constant refreshing source
which goes on without a stop;

part of the building block
nature's own portion
separated from the top
to its present position
an everlasting treasure unlocks;

a source of free food
only if we can
that art to master
only a little hand
to manage its hook;

a plesurable sight for all
both near and afar
a light through it all
forms a rainbow from afar
and viewed from their hut;

a legacy to guard and keep
yet what do we see:
the point to empty our cespits
the coloured odour and poison
is tasted with the nose;

others who stand and watch
worst offenders and guilty
smiling assassins of the voiceless fish
the dying aquatic plants and animals
the groaning sea lingers on;

our sea nature's gift
how long this freshness and food
how long our pleasure and legacy...
if it solely sings
and they chart, its audience.