Their World

Think about them and us. It may help in the long run.

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.