I would be a survivor

In the shadow of the high-rises

The sea is steadily rising

And will soon be at the door.

At the same time

My hopes are at their lowest ebb.

I would be a survivor

But I am beginning to question

What survival means.

Even though I am healthy

Our planet is not

So, how can I, who am of my beloved planet,

Say I am healthy?

That, right there, is my bottom line.

I know there are men

Who think the sand can be replaced by money

But what is happening to this beach

Is way beyond repair.

My highest thoughts are like a light house.

The keeper of

The light of my thoughts

Polishes the crystal

That sweeps the stormy seas for answers,

But there are no answers

For the sea itself is troubled.