I dream of the future and it is bleak.
I dream of vanishing oceans and seas.
I see scattered coloured stones and seashells,
That disappear into the foam of time,
Thanks Bernard. I'm pleased that it speaks to you..much appreciated!
A well conveyed composition. Simply exceptional.....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a small, subtle commentary on climate change. It is well thought out and worth the quatrain here.