Whatever would the ocean be to the eyes of man, were it not for the bonny light that plays upon her waves.
The ocean brings a flash of blue in the amber light.
Healthy oceans are (or are supposed to be) the biggest carbon lock up, a greater hope than evening planting trees (as important as that is).
Upon the bluest of waves come a million flashing lights.
The ocean as waves of blue-light moves over horizons unmeasured.
The ocean born algae and the forests we love are the givers of the fresh air, the enrichers of the oxygen, the safety deposit boxes of carbon dioxide, the sustainers of life on Earth.
The oceans and forests, together with the wind, are nature's ventilators - the providers of the fresh air every animal on Earth needs for health and the continuation of life.
The ocean is my sister, a sister of watery depths and beauty. She is the soul of this world, the keeper or our oceanic brethren. She flows over mountains and to the depths of the trenches just the same, reaching around the globe in strong embrace.
I wonder if I would ever notice water, had I been born in the oceans with fins for limbs. I suppose then it would have been my air and I would have moved within it more easily than a bird in the sky. As it is, I love dive within those salty formless arms and feel the freedom it gives, transparent and blue, soft and strong.
The ocean breathed, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease. The waves became her pulse that day, the echo of the souls she kept safe in her cradle of brine.
93% of carbon dioxide is locked up in the ocean, surely leaving the oceans to thrive is key to our survival.