The Bird

Between the place of land and sea resides,

A bird of silver white and golden beak,

That hovers over oceans which provide,

And harshly shrills a song in which it speaks.

The bird of white that nests along the shore,

Has lived the lines of coast for years so great,

But bird has heard a loud and endless roar,

And slowly falling to a bitter fate.

The bird, can’t live in lands destroyed for greed,

So bird is left to try and give a fight,

Therefore the life in which it lives recedes,

And now the bird has taken final flight.

But while the bird has lived a life so tough,

The fate of bird can be reclaimed by us.