Life Born of the Sea

Life Born of the Sea

I hear sounds of surf rolling in

 Secret cobalt seas--

Kissed by cadmium sun

Tossed by gentle winds

Small waves splash in—

Sea cradle of blue, rippled with green

Pale sunlight slides down through.

Then vibrant life

Life begun in the rocking sea cradle

Born of sunlight, sand and water

Pure alchemy.

Green and ocher vibrations

Tumbled and tossed

Rippling, rolling roiling waves—

Life trembles

 Wave after wave

                                                       Tosses life’s splendors ashore:

Strange living shapes

Transparent, round, tubular

Cast upon shore from living waters

From near and afar.

Night

We can’t hear the song

The world sings

As it spins—

Only birds hear it—

Crickets, frogs

And whales in the deep.

Mankind has fallen asleep.

Dawn

Just before dawn

Song birds join together in a chorus

While night birds turn their heads

And dream of Eden.

We have forgotten Eden.

We are asleep.

High Noon

Bright green and black damselflies fly over

Bright babbling streams—

Spotted brook trout fan their tails

in deep cold holes—

They know the song of Planet Earth—

As it turns each day, they

Knew it from the moment of birth.

Dusk

On the salty reef certain fish harmonize—

Fish elegant in shapes colors patterns

In harmony with seasonal cycles.

I would like to return to the sea

To follow its ebb and flow

And know the Earth’s song

After the sun has set.

The World's Song

Night

We can’t hear the song

The world sings

As it spins—

Only birds hear it—

Crickets, frogs

And whales in the deep.

Mankind has fallen asleep.

Dawn

Just before dawn

Song birds join together in a chorus

While night birds turn their heads

And dream of Eden.

We have forgotten Eden.

We are asleep.

High Noon

Bright green and black damsel flies fly over

Bright babbling streams—

Spotted brook trout fan their tails

in deep cold holes—

They know the song of Planet Earth—

As it turns each day, they

Knew it from the moment of birth.

Dusk

On the salty reef certain fish harmonize—

Fish elegant in shapes colors patterns

In harmony with seasonal cycles.

I would like to return to the sea

To follow its ebb and flow

And know the Earth’s song

After the sun has set.

--Barbara Spring