The Deceased Sea

Mother Nature’s grand oceans and seas Are worthless when we just let them be All of us united, can plant trees And renovate the ocean’s black seas Upon the barren desert we lay displeased In scorching temperatures that never seize And reach 115 degrees Honey cannot be made without plentiful bees Take the oath, it is key Promise to smile with glee When viewing California’s Plum Trees And its exotic dead seas Take into consideration the melon trees, Soft, light breeze And lethal mosquito disease What is done is done, Freedom of the Seas Protect the environment with appease Do you feel the strong breeze? The rush of the ocean, the yelp of the sea Calling its people, the devotees Wish to the plant a final farewell, said the Imperial Decree The omnipotent voice, our God Tree Magnify the palm trees, wild peas, and Bismarck seas Because all that will live… Is an Ash Tree