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Over four billion years ago earth’s first sunrise dawned,
not long after that the oceans formed.
Deep, deep down in the cold dark,
Something stirred, the very first spark.
Fuelled by superhot hydrothermal vents,
This thing we know as life commenced.
All creatures came from that water,
Every son, every daughter.
She can create life… and as easily take it away again,
as her storms destroy the work of men.
She is beauty, she is power,
She gives me fish and chips and a nice hot shower.
She gives us the cooling breezes, she gives us fun,
She gives us holidays and laughter in the sun.
But it’s not all good, not all fantastic,
She’s drowning in a sea of plastic.
The biggest threat she’s ever faced
Is that we keep filling her with our waste.
What if she tires or her power starts to fail?
Will she live on, or will she give up and set sail?
But today there’s a fresh swell and more waves came,
I love that she’s always changing, never the same.
Pink zinc on, sleepy eyes still crusty,
I walk to the beach past cars her breath turns rusty.
She has the power to take away my sadness,
to help me escape this COVID madness.
Surfing is my happy place,
as she wraps me in her salty embrace.
not long after that the oceans formed.
Deep, deep down in the cold dark,
Something stirred, the very first spark.
Fuelled by superhot hydrothermal vents,
This thing we know as life commenced.
All creatures came from that water,
Every son, every daughter.
She can create life… and as easily take it away again,
as her storms destroy the work of men.
She is beauty, she is power,
She gives me fish and chips and a nice hot shower.
She gives us the cooling breezes, she gives us fun,
She gives us holidays and laughter in the sun.
But it’s not all good, not all fantastic,
She’s drowning in a sea of plastic.
The biggest threat she’s ever faced
Is that we keep filling her with our waste.
What if she tires or her power starts to fail?
Will she live on, or will she give up and set sail?
But today there’s a fresh swell and more waves came,
I love that she’s always changing, never the same.
Pink zinc on, sleepy eyes still crusty,
I walk to the beach past cars her breath turns rusty.
She has the power to take away my sadness,
to help me escape this COVID madness.
Surfing is my happy place,
as she wraps me in her salty embrace.