AFP photo from Washington Post article 4/29/16
Deep under the moonlit night dead dark sea,
a ghastly white coral graveyard came to be.
It wasn't frigid cold waters that did the coral in,
burning ancient graveyards accomplished the sin.
Though there are those who would deny,
a warming ocean bid the colors goodbye.
The bleaching took place nearly overnight,
like Earth's minerals wrenched to the mantle site.
Where their feathered filigree crystalline white,
casts lingering shadows on trophy walls' night.
But where is the care for the oceans' plight?
The kaleidoscope colors washed in sunlight?
The millions of fish that grazed in the fronds,
striking brilliant variety; no stinking fish ponds.
Just a world of wondrous beauty to behold,
gone in a heartbeat of the oceans' tale told.
What will remain when the coral is all gone?
Just ghastly leached skeleton and this song.
Just ghastly leached skeleton and this song.
Closely we'll follow, where bleached bones belong.
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
4/27/16
Share
Print
Save
Follow
hug
Kathy
We are shortsighted, wasteful, greedy and profit oriented--that's who.
And it will only get worse; we will be leaving a dying planet to future generations, who will hate us for all of the above.
Regis
David Lee Thompson
Love ya!
Jane
The truth has come two fold! Fine writing of the Great Barrier Reef's
plight.
Lady Mary Ann