Climate change global warming environment ocean pollution
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I loving hearing grandma’s stories
she often talks of the ocean.
A wonderful escape
to the place draped in blue.
Hearing the whisper of the waves
Do you honestly think, those metal straws could
truly fight against the oils spills happening, causing irreversible damage?
Did it not occur to you to, look at the bigger picture where,
The ocean is slowly dying
But it gets better if we keep trying
We’ll reduce our pollution
And together we’ll make this a revolution
Spread the memos
We’ll be alright!
The siren of today doesn't lure men to death,
But instead uses it for good, until her last, dying breath.
Her ocean is polluted, her lungs filled with muck,
She has to admit that she is now stuck.
"You Breathed First"
Written by
Mikayla Stiff
The air I breathe you breathed first.
Trees soak it in as it escapes me.
Their oxygen nursed my fiery lungs,
When my body foresaked me.
The mother of all mothers
Embraces us like no other
Her luscious forests span far and wide,
Nature’s sanctuary, where creatures hide
Her waters run deep, her waters run low,
Offering gifts in every flow
Mother Earth, I am so sorry
Apologizing on behalf of all your inhabitors
I weep as I caress you with my hands in the dirt
We have disrespected you Mother
It is too late to make it right
