The Sea

Some people are scared of me

Others understand

I really don't mean to scare you

I just want you to see

I'm filled with beautiful creatures that most of you cherish

I've got delicate forests of reds, blues and greens

More people have been on the moon than the deepest part of me

I carry your ships so you can find new land

But yet you still disrespect me

You dump your oil & your rubbish

And never take it out

It chokes the darling creatures

What did they do to you?

You poach them all

One day there will be none left

My forests are weakening

My creatures are dying

Why won't you help me?