The coral rock, the seaweed, the waves,
Within her heart still lives on, the drumming,
Fueled tides now with oil, no one can hear
Hear her crying, something is vague, missing.
Sand in my shoes, the wind whipping at the face,
The coral rock is smooth, definitely hollow,
Engrained with billions of stories, light years, space,
You'll venture further, the skis on, the rudders spinning,
But still entrapped in our oil ridden world, the coal,
Gas and oil prices lower, but now the sun is dimming,
Greying clouds, her voice, her heartbeat, like the tide,
The inner beauty, brought to you by solar winds,
Stuck in the whirlpool, the star fish, sands, the sparkling light,
The stars that no longer hide, unlike yesterdays so dim,
Bring an old story back to life, the forest path, the tribes,
Brought here from nowhere, strong to withstand the tides,
Standing there as if it's nothing, the common man runs a-fright,
An endless ocean even so, although the rivers trapped in oily soak,
And in this ocean that no one can even swim in, there is still hope.