What will you find ten years from now,
when you walk the shores by the sea?
An ocean teeming with bountiful life,
or just stories of what used to be?
Will your children's children see breaching fins,
skirting the surface and foam?
Or will they just read of these creatures that were,
who had the whole ocean to roam?
Can the fears of mankind be overcome,
to protect the most feared of all?
Or will sharks be allowed to just fade away,
is there no one who might heed this call?
Sadly, it seems that many don't care,
while others just won't heed the cry,
To help save these creatures of power and grace,
who through finning and fishing will die.
Now is the time that we must choose to stand,
for the ones whose voice can't be heard;
Or these magical creatures will vanish one day,
just memories without a last word. |
