In the Ocean...

Trees and bushes part and settle, their emerald fading into the grass,
The blades gently spike at my feet until they creep into silk,
A blanket of caramel sand, fiery to the foot,
Grains fly everywhere, like flies, as the wind surges,
The only refuge the rushing mass ahead,
Diving in is frigid to the skin but warm to the soul,
Floating away from the sighs of the shore,
Toward the fleeing horizon,
I stare into the true, azure sky, cliffs ebbing at the expanse on either side,
As a silent, grey man-made ‘jellyfish’ pulses toward me,
More harmful to any creature than its natural twin could be to me,
War is waging in places all along our country, and every other one,
Hard, soft, silky, spiked, flexible, sneaky, light,
The enemy clutters, chokes, hides, survives,
Is winning,
If there was knowledge and integrity, there could be action,
The graceful and shelled, the squeaky and playful, the brown and slick, the colossal and elegant,
All could be protected, and still can, through thought, kindness, care, and ideas,
So that, in the future when they come to the delicate sand, cerulean ocean, confident waves,
They see what we see, and more.