The sounding lap-tapping of waves
speaks to me of mariners’ graves,
of mesmerizing mermaid lies,
source of demise for so many unwise.
It lures me to the ocean’s floor,
there to be shown what’s known no more,
by the gruesome one, by he who hides
the reason for ever-changing tides.
Hidden from Man who, like a fool,
used it like just another tool.
‘t Was given to us all to keep
and now has all the angels weep!
Dim wits forget the meaning of respect
and blame others for their neglect
of that one duty forced upon us all:
“Cherish what thou hast or thou shalt fall!”