I am

I am like an urchin, camouflaged in the depths of a hole scared to be trampled, fearful to be bold.
I am the blue groper gliding around swishing its tail and standing its ground
I am the wavelets waltzing on the surface, dancing with the rocky reef, feeling my purpose
I am like the algae, delicately swaying deep below, keeping my balance, avoiding the sea slaughter.

You are blind, don't you see the ghosts coming up from behind,
You don't care! all you do is stop and stare.
You are saying, the ghosts are destroying but all we do is keep employing the plastic bottles, plastic cups, I know I should just give up.
You are murdering my Ocean, she will die, but all I hear is her hopeless cry, why am I so surprised?
You are mourning her death, but hold your breath you don't care, it's only when you get a scare, realising she isn't there.

Her majestic waves crash upon the land, her sand explodes right through my hands,
I inhale the salty air, instantly there's no more despair.
I let her tangy water tickle my tongue while ninja stingrays stir the sand,
I had better not got stung,
Her slimy seaweed twirls through my hand, her hidden forest greater than any on land 

10 years gone by and I still dream, the same space and time, her stories performed by stone statues,
Her salty shores are in my blood, my love for her is like a flood.
My legs could barely stand as I toddle over the sand
I've known her from my first breath, I pray our friendship lasts until my death.
10 years later and I don't know, will she still be there as I grow, will she still be the core of my flow,
Her coral might fade, her water won’t aid, this all might just be a reminiscing phase.
My identity will crack if we let her stack, it won’t be given back.
I might find these are the good old days, if it is I’ll still praise the beauty of her swell and sprays.