BRITT BUIRS ART
In the middle of the ocean,
I float still with no motion,
as the water coats my skin with salt lotion.
While my eyes close, I let my body drift,
and my senses start to shift.
Here I understand the sense of sound is a gift.
Those lives underwater depend on this sense,
who need our voices to be in their defence,
as noise pollution is created at their expense.
An industry driven by the cash flow,
is what masks the chorus that plays below.
What can you do?
Find yourself informed,
so we can help to transform,
the songs of the sea, to always perform.
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Lover of the sea