beneath seaweeds i see
pretty fins moving gently
maybe sleeping or courting
their full body moves i envy
probably their living secret
of existing medicine free
we could learn from the fish
swimming and other things
they don't waste their energy
we make them sick and die
from dumping our trash to sea
overfishing that should stop today
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