Whispers of Dying Waves

A mural of blue painted waters,

watched over the land

Since life and time was born.

Earth was protected by deep blue wings,

A safe sheltered home

For what felt like for good.

It was a form of tranquillity

Until they appeared

But they're here now, and stay.

These death-dealing creatures can’t be tamed.

They act like leaders

But leave horrid remains.

Her growing rainbows turning grey,

Melancholy waves.

Nature is now distorted.

“Will I soon depart this life?” her waves whisper.

Our blue world is dying…

because of 

us