The Ocean’s Journey

3.8 billion years ago, 

I found a place where my water now flows. 

It was a dying, desolate dry land, 

that begged for a touch of my healing hand. 

I was bound to the sky but now I am free, 

stretching across indefinitely. 

Corals sprouted, forming my veins,   

Seaweed forests bloomed into deep green plains. 

Arrays of rippling scales appeared, 

Throughout my waves, colours were smeared. 

Splishing, sploshing, splashing, 

In the harsh jaws of predators thrashing.  

One day a new species came, now I was complete, 

I gave them just enough to eat. 

But more nets and boats appeared day by day, 

Now it seems things are going astray. 

Do they know what’s happening? 

The hope of their precious world they’re gambling. 

My blanket of stars has become a foggy haze, 

I thought change was good… but now I miss the old days.