Despite the Lockdown
the tides continue to tumble
and dance against the land's surfaces
each trying to reach their destination.
Each grit of sand flows to a new position,
a new purpose
on the rough sea floor.
Humans have now locked their doors.
Earth's surfaces are bare of carbon footprints
Fish flow through the open seas
unafraid of plastic floating to their sandy shores.
Sea creatures stand strong in the hope for humans never to return
for if we do
the oil will go back to spilling,
the plastic will keep growing,
their blue oceans will turn back to grey,
the Arctic will slowly continue to drip away
and our hope for making a change will take a horrible turn.
From this contagious disease for the human species
killing the whales has decreased.
We have used them for oil
for us to raise the numbers on our business scales.
Without us leaning on them
their homes have started to come back in colour
But all this virus has provided them is a couple of months
from what we’ve put them through
they will need the past few centuries back.
We can't give them the past, but we can provide them
with the future.