See the raging ocean,
Hear the crashing waves,
Smell the salty air,
Taste the icy spray.
Feel the warm sun on your skin
Washing worries away.
But what we really don’t sense
Are the layers of decay.
Because underneath the surface
Is actually quite different.
The ocean will surely die
If no one cares to fix it.
The world rests on top of a pillar
That represents the ocean.
Everyday we chip away
Without a single notion.
Eventually the pillar will fall
Causing thundering commotion.
Unless we reinforce it,
With selfless devotion.
Our world would be one without an ocean.
But then a spark,
A solution!
It may be small
But it will cause a revolution.
For where there is hope there will follow
A will to cope
With the crisis and decay;
From optimism we’ll never stray.
While others will treat the ocean like it’s theirs,
We’re going to save it,
Cause we’re the Heirs.