I dearly love my native land, and always will. The awareness created around climate change and nature pollution is very alarming, thus my take in this poem.
Beloved Mauri My island lives over the sea Can you see it floating over the ocean mist? My island roots beneath a deep lagoon Can you see its veins streaking against the blue? The tropical summer heats our feelings But have you tasted the warmth of our winter? At night our crickets sing symphonies But have you heard our morning songbirds? I stay there, watching the sea Pensive, emotional, feeling free While the world around me Blooms out beauties without compare But NO! Stop! I had a vision... That our world was dying And through it all I had to shut my eyes To its decaying The ocean dance in reflection Hiding underneath an infection, The lagoon is filled of toxic seaweed Where coral reefs stopped to breed In my heart floats Trillions of memories Where I'll remember Our intermingled blood Our oceanic blue sky That yellow tropical sun And the green fields I'll take within me The imagery of the most beautiful Island curve that stamps this world And into my new dreams I'll cover the dunes With the emerald sea Of my beloved Mauri To forever live in terrariums Made out from the foams Of the tidal waves which Gently Kiss the shorelines Of our beautiful island. -Eiravel-