"Song of The Ocean"
The waves of the chilly sea slide in and fall,
whispering the ancient Song, Song of The Ocean.
It has no such words, yet speaks to us all
Even though some ignore the need to be chosen.
One fine day, when the white sea foam was frothing,
An oyster was stolen from a once safe haven.
The sea cried in anger, it's calm voice now coughing
But alas, long gone was nature's fine creation.
The starfish, the crabs, the fishes, they waited.
The ocean calling it's mournful chant, day through night.
Moons later, something splashed down, cursed and fated.
A pearl, softly glowing pink, now gone from sight.
And now, all peaceful, the vast open sea
continues it's song, happily and free.