Three years has it been?—no, four.
Four long years since I’ve seen the waves
I so adore.
And how have you changed?
How much filth, plastic, has choked you up?
Why, you should, but you aren’t so wildly deranged.
You keep on rollin’ like that Ol’ Man River
And precious life to all you deliver.
But how have we treated you?
Goodness, I shiver.
Still I know it’s no good.
Even those who claim they care—
They never do what they know they should.
And where do I fall—what can I do?
Who ever said the water was always blue?
Is this where we’re going--is this meant to be?
That life ever changing can change with the sea?
They say it’s not fair, but when is it ever?
Life does find a way in its calm endeavour.
Farewell to the old and welcome the new.
Perhaps the old beauties are long overdue.
So soften your grip, dry up your tears
And before your big eyes a new world appears.
If we have the gall to brave this new world
Then headlong to new eons we will be hurled.
Angie Wu wants to live in a natural history museum.