The Ride on the Sea

The tiles of azure wavy flooring,

Nailed every corner of the eyelids.

Looking it, reflects a crystal clear image,

Of a child who did a big deed.

A water ride came from a bustling city,

To the peaceful provincial place.

Shifting new environment,

Taking a new set of pace.

Gazing on the endless horizon,

Thinking how beautiful the world it is.

From the little flying sea creatures,

To the huge fluking whales on waves.

He magnificently crafted,

The splendor of the marine life,

But, it faces a sad reality,

On the edge of a knife.

His wisest creation,

Made the good things bad.

Transforming beauty into horrible,

Destroying the nature they had.

Poison was relentlessly thrown,

Sickness is everywhere you look,

Animals unstoppably going extinct,

Even on those listed on children’s book.

The windrows of seaweeds I’ve seen before,

Are now a lump of wastes thrown overboard.

The dorsal fins of those playing fish,

Are now bones of those who died unaccord.

Time comes, this mirror-like water I’m leaning,

Will be as dark as a jet-black ink,

If we keep neglecting the waves,

And didn’t even bother to think.