Their World

Their World

A Poem by Cass Ashe
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Think about them and us. It may help in the long run.

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Leaves litter the surface of the water
Like fiery land of the sun but hotter.
It burns and scorches the gentle stream
But never tarnished the subtle gleam
That come from the strokes of light
Glinting off every ripple in sight.

Beneath the algae and floating slime
Is clarity and silence free of grime.
The cool depths like chilly bear dens
Give home to little aquatic citizens. 
Here the are free from the miseries
That go on far up with the trees.

Swimming and bubbling are their little lives
Catching bees that buzz from their hives
And dashing back into the deepness
As swimmers with their finesse.
Slow moving turtles paddle onto shore
To lay their eggs a summer once more.

The rains fall upon the newborns
When the bird cries out and warns
Of the hundreds more to swoop on
And descend to steal them gone.
Sad as it is, nature has its force
How birds will always fly their course.

Growing and exploring the new world
Where they never asked to be hurled. 
Unable to grow trapped in a ring
Choking on the lost fishermen string.
Shell shaped like a distorted hourglass
Gets them tangled and killed in ocean grass.

Water they breath has been polluted
And the coral reefs have been diluted.
Heaps of plastic make a new mass
Clogging up the sad ocean pass.
Acid rain stings the innocent gills
As the keep swimming over ocean hills. 

They don't know about the world burning above them. 
Or the slaughters of their kind because people love to kill.
All they ever wanted to do was follow nature's mayhem.
But the only thing they are is a fillet or a fish oil pill.

When we let our world burn,
Theirs will follow in turn.

© 2019 Cass Ashe


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Added on January 21, 2019
Last Updated on January 22, 2019
Tags: ocean, fish, nature, ecology, environment, environmental, environmentalism, turtle, ecosystem, pollution

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Cass Ashe
Cass Ashe

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There is no lasting definition of me, as I am endlessly seeking to grow and change as a person, but feel free to call me whatever you desire, as my pen name is only that- a pen name. My poetry is a re.. more..

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