The Conceivable Water

Within the Atlantic marine tears,

concludes an ideal glimpse, a portrait of mortality.

The lavish palette fades like a mirage, presenting a dull colour.

The Ocean’s harmony transforms, 

no longer pursuing a passion,

presenting apathy as a replacement.

Soaking in thunder, rising cascades flow.

With plastic resources ascending, the scour flees.

Astonished by the absurd taste, the elegance vanishes.

Waving, the tranquility has descended with no longer a voice.

The earth’s landscape becomes filled with selfishness.

When the eternal paradise becomes a show, where it only lasts for a short period of time, what do we serve?