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The ocean is magic.
It is full of mystery and wonder.
It rejects all bindings
and looses all chains.
It cannot be captured
by words alone.
It cannot be captured
by anything.
The ocean is calm
and violent
and peaceful
and angry
and gentle
and powerful
and strong
and playful
and aggressive.
But most of all
the ocean is alive with everything.
The ocean is alive with sound
with blood
with a fight of survival
with color
with darkness
with warmth
with coldness
with peace
with violence
with beauty
with horror.
I do not try to capture
the sound of waves
or the feel of sand between wet toes
or the feeling of the ocean
or the love I feel for it.
After wondering about the beauty
I remember
Our oceans are slowly dying.
It is not a happy thing to remember.
Precious coral reefs
are being destroyed
with no hope of recovery.
Exotic fish and plants
in the Caribbean and Atlantic alike
are being killed
so we can fill our greedy stomachs.
Oil spills are killing hundreds of thousands.
You read this and think
"I want to help."
When you close this computer window
will you remember?
I beg you
for the ocean.
Try to remember.
Soon, if we don't take care of the ocean
the waves on the beach
will become black,
They will be as black, and dark
as the entire ocean
has been choked with death,
Their sound meaningless
except as a cry of help
that is heard too late.
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