Song of the sea, whispering to the wind. Waves wishing of a life far beyond the ocean. It’s beauty given an golden glow towards the horizon. Only hesitating at the shore, rolling along familiar stones. Each particle follows the other into a steady stream towards the sand.
Telling stories, what a thrill to be alive.
A day, beginning, or ending, nobody is aware. Only that there is beauty in the sun, and its glory of truth. Observing, only able to predict what will happen to the ocean. Human traces. Plastic wrappers washing into the sea. If only we could stop the danger. Yet, all the sea can do is sigh, as they are being pulled into the depths.
Throwing away, a single act of picking up rubbish, would save the sea. Yet the humans still think they are masters of all the world. The only beings able to change the course of the sea, yet choose to make it worse.
The sun rising, perhaps today, the waves will wash our sins away.
Writer Ravenclaw 
Very profound bit of writing here Diana, nicely stated and observed.
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Thanks ❤
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It is terrible the way our trash ends up in the ocean, thanks for alerting everyone, Diana.
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🙂
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Very moving post Diana
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Only that there is beauty in the sun, and its glory of truth. That was such a heartfelt line.
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Thank you.
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