Blooms of Death

Golden sparkles glimmering in the sunlight,

Rhythmic waves pushing and pulling with the ocean’s might,

Rays penetrate deep into the depths,

Nourishing a variety of coral, kelp and plants.

But in the river’s mouth an infestation begins to brood,

Fueled by nitrogen leaching from growing our food,

As it spreads, the light loses its sparkle,

Slowly dying from the greenish-red debacle,

Decaying matter sinks down below,

Killing all those too stubborn to go.

No longer reflecting the beautiful rays of light,

Instead, the rays feed the monstrous blight,

These blooms spell disaster for the watery world,

Growing left and right, like a scroll unfurled.

How can this disaster be deterred or stopped?

Is there a way to stop this crisis clock,

If only the release of fertilizers is controlled,

A chance at recovery can be bestowed,

Life can bounce back, stronger than ever,

If only we treat the rivers and seas a lot better.

The End