I follow the patterns of the fish,
And the borders of the ocean,
The tidal waves movement,
And the coastal erosion.

I see the seabirds sing near
The mangrove forest,
We’ve altered the bays,
Now we can't ignore it.

Poseidon- king of kings,
Let us not be shipwrecked
By your trident and offerings.

The fluctuation of life
And the mixing layers,
The coral and gems,
Won't answer our prayers.

Although we know the price
Of a world without waves,
Will poison ourselves
Until the last of our days.