I'm not a poet. But i like to try, because that helps me pour out my pent up emotions.
Ocean O men, listen, i was here before; You were born. The animals you feed on; I, in my heart adorn. Thousands of rivers I swallow; That flows into me, And finds a place to rest, Again flies back to rain the forest. O men, listen, you sail your ships above my heart. I bear without hesitation But, the oil you spill; Harm my little friends That, in my heart stroll.
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