Cry of waves

As the ocean cries its loudest wail, yet begging for someone to help put it in its place. 

But to this day no one can even hear.

Some say the ocean flows to keep life’s cycle going, but we all know it only keeps on running, 

running from oil and toil, the one between land and sea.

It’s like the heartbeat of the world. The heartbeat that we play in.

It is alive and bright as an egg yolk but it keeps getting darker.

When it runs, the ocean and river, they can run swiftly, gliding through the water, but it’s still coming nearer.

When it sits still, it is still breathing, it runs, but some waves fall behind.

Think back, if you’ve been on top of water in the big things, things that slush, slosh, slush, slosh and poison the water.

Think back, do you see? Some are even green, boats crashing and smashing through water. 

Don’t you see the faces of the water? For they can run and run, but you’ll still catch them at the rear.

So next time you go out and see some rubbish pick it up that’s one less wave that sits in fear 

As the ocean cries its loudest wail, yet we all hear.