Oceans (with help)

Tue, 03/31/2020 - 12:57 -- AdamsK

I cannot help but stop and look at the blue ocean.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the ocean,
Gently it goes - the cheerless, the uncheerful, the low.

How happy are pretty corals!
Are you upset by how beautiful they are?
Does it tear you apart to see the corals so jolly?

When I think of the bedford, I see brave families.
A bedford is humorous. a bedford is foolish,
a bedford is fool, however.

Just like a coldness, is the antarctic.
Are you upset by how muddled it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the antarctic so flocculent?

One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why aren't ecosystems so unbelievable?"
Never forget the marvelous and unimagined ecosystems.

I cannot help but stop and look at the cruel plankton.
Are you upset by how spiteful it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the plankton so roughshod?

This poem is about: 
Me

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