Every day

I get a little bigger –

when will it ever stop?

I love to swim in the sea,

enjoying every drop

of moisture that I touch.

Such is my way,

that I think that I may

live for ever,

outlasting all the creatures

of the sea,

and those of the land;

for they don’t seem to understand,

that they only add to their own demise

when they feed me;

then they respond with sheer surprise

at how I’ve grown.

If they don’t own my creation

and attend to my ending,

how will they ever survive?