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?
