A Plea from the Deep
Dear friend,
Remember when you ran to me? Sand clinging to your feet, your eyes brimming with curious mystery. You wondered what lay beneath my waves, what secrets shimmered in crystals and foam. You designed delicate ships to dance along my waves, crafted vessels to dive deep into my hidden heart. You wanted to chase my end, and I, foolish and fond, let you try. But now, somewhere between your first questions and last conquest, the friendship we held so dearly has begun to fade, and today, I barely feel you on my shores.
The Fading Friendship
Remember when you lay beside me,
Whispered to me your hopes and dreams?
I responded, crashed on the shore,
With tides both high and low.
We were friends, weren’t we?
But today, you are turning my cities of pink
Into ashes of coral reefs.
I was magic to you. You weaved stories out of me for the young and old. I was home to fairies, princesses, pirates, and more. Truly, we were inseparable. Your men danced with my waves, thanked me for my gifts, and trusted, even feared me when I carried your tales. But those were the good old days, and now you have stopped listening to me.
The Toxic Transformation of Blue
Today, the blue you used to cleanse yourself with is piling up with trash. The blue you swam in is a threat to those who live in it. The blue that was as serene as the sky is layered with green. I don’t ask for much, just a little action. Instead of just words and poems, I ask for campaigns. I just ask for protection.
The plastic inside me is killing me. The turtles are dying, and the majestic whales you once adored are washed ashore. My corals – the cities of water- are dying and crumbling, burning to ash. Now, I come to you to save me from a mess that has become more than just plastic, now a matter of my life and death.
A Graveyard of Children and Dreams
As I send my waves back to you, they carry the icy shards of the hope that you left behind. The life I am cradling is dying, the music swimming through my veins is fading, I beg you, my dear friend, to save me from this burning hell. I am trapped, as I fight to keep my children alive with every fleeting moment, their freedom is now trapped in the frosty prisons in broad daylight. Yet, even after all this, the truth remains-
I miss you.
I have tried — God knows I have tried — to bury this plastic deep inside me, to tuck it away in my darkest corners where even the sun would not find it. I tried to protect you from it, protect myself, and hide the wounds you carved. But it rises anyway. It floats to the surface, heavy with guilt, loud with blame, impossible to forget. But now, it is out, and the shadow that has darkened me today might as well be the monster that burns you tomorrow.
Now, I am nothing more than a graveyard of my children. Every piece of plastic in me is a tombstone for every warrior that thrived inside of me. My kids died fighting, and I don’t want yours to suffer the same fate. They say learn from the mistakes of others, so learn from my children, from those who died, so yours do not have to. I urge you to take a stand now and to save both of us from this, to save my cities of pink and pearls, and yours of golden and grey.
The Last Call for Remembrance
You threw your wishes into me like coins, and I held every single one- never spent them, never let them rust. You buried your stories deep inside me, trusted I’d keep them safe. And I did. I stayed by your side when your ships started to bleed their poison into my veins, I stayed by your side when you called me a resource instead of a friend.
I stayed because I believed in us- believed in the promises you whispered to me under that starlit sky, those that seemed to have died. Today, I am drowning in the dreams that we once swore to protect. I am drowning as my heart grows heavy with pain. So, I ask you again, my friend,
Will you remember me – remember us – before the last of my waves grow silent?
Yours Forever,
The Ocean
