The sea I do see
clashes strong at the shore, with
all its mighty peace.
Waves create on water
stripes like those of tigers
rotten carcasses.
Seagulls fly by, high
above the blue carpet
stealing fish lives.
Sea turtles walk to
the soft beaches at night.
We grab, eat their eggs.
We swim confident
like we own the ocean.
Jellyfish sting us.
By Miss Santée
