The Cliff

Wading through the sea

The waves push and jostle me

Trying to knock me down

But I stand my ground

Just like a tree.

I wade much deeper

The sand slope becomes steeper

Seaweed tangling ‘round my legs

Restraining me, it begs

But I push free from the creeper.

I propel through the rising tides

The waves as my guides

Pulling me towards the cliff

But I become stiff

And my heart divides.

Dynamite grooves, burns

Plastic covers the rocks like ferns

Marks of abuse

Mankind, monsters, misuse

For freedom, the rock yearns.