Deep under the moonlit night dead dark sea,
a ghastly white coral graveyard came to be.
It wasn't frigid cold waters that did the coral in,
Though there are those who would deny,
The bleaching took place nearly overnight,
Where their feathered filigree crystalline white,
But where is the care for the oceans' plight?
The millions of fish that grazed in the fronds,
Just a world of wondrous beauty to behold,
What will remain when the coral is all gone?
Just ghastly leached skeleton and this song.
AFP photo from Washington Post article 4/29/16
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