The black stains follow us everywhere, we never get free. Our bright coral reefs and schools of fish damaged by the trash. Our colors slowly dull until they are no more.
We suffocate between plastic and paper. Our beautiful world turned dark and gray.
But the things on top are still full of color and light, as they watch us suffer.
Is it not enough that we share our water, our space, family with them.
Now there are pipes that flow along the muck-covered floors.
Sharp hooks with worms fill the bay.
Loud splashes against our waters fill the air.
When will our lives be enough shared to bring back the color and light again?