Talk to me about the sea of sand drift and sea breeze murmurings of tidal sliding and wavelets gliding onto a peaceful shore
of curling surf and whale songs of towering waves and sailor’s graves of a blow driven chop hard to cross and the constant desire for more
of rock pool eddies of a wind unsteady of sudden squalls and risking all of unpredictable storms defying norms of salty landless freedom
of reflected moonlight and sunsets bright of dolphins playing and albatross staying of cutting the water and catching fish of life in Neptune’s kingdom
of thunderheads piled high or a cloudless sky of seabirds arriving splashing and diving of phosphorescent wake so easy to take of distant horizons all around
tell me tales about the briny sea how to travel a weather filled journey crossing oceans wide upon the tide and I’ll take you where I’m bound
It was only one bird, I saw was missing from the sky. And then I realised there was another missing that I could not deny. Then,the flocks and gatherings I saw were missing from the coast. Where had all the birds gone? That flight, that wing, that multitudinous host?
I saw the water washing clear upon the beaches of rock and sand. I saw the water empty there, devoid of life it flushed the sparking strand. There was one ragged crab as dead could be, it was wedged in a scaly crust. Where once there were shellfish diverse and plentiful, now all were ground to dust.
Summer people walked and played in the waves, they paddled close to shore. Unaware of the teeming life, that was there no more. Where the water touched the land, the interface was sterile, But one could still splash and be cool, with no inkling it was puerile.
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