Water

by Rosemary Clarke

The ocean beds are teeming with life
But plastic and rubbish are like stabs from a knife.
They push their way to the heart of things
And take away what the oceans bring.
But still we do it, don't we care?
If we keep on, no ocean there.
No fun for our children, no more swims
Just because of our rubbish whims.
Can't we afford to save them all
All the waters big and small?
Put our rubbish where it should be
Then water lives in harmony.

Copyright Rosemary Clarke