Atlantic storms and mountainous seas
Fisherman struggling, down on their knees
Pacific Sunsets on incoming waves
Pleasing to watch, in a cool morning haze
Glaciers adrift, with no sense of their size
Melting so endlessly before our eyes
Rising sea temperatures, stressing the shores
Increased erosion on countless sea floors
Reefs with no color, and fish without homes
Undersea fissures, like creaking old bones
No doubt there's no end to the attack on our seas
Bringing our natural world to it's knees
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brilliant composition