“Whispers of Plastic”

Beneath the waves, where silence grows, A hidden tale the ocean knows,

Not storms, nor ships, nor tides that roar—But plastic dust upon its floor.

So small, unseen, yet spread so wide, In every current, deep inside, Through drifting fish and coral pale,

It writes a slow, unspoken tale.

From hands of man, it found its way, In careless acts of yesterday,

Now circling life in endless streams, Invading nature’s fragile dreams.

It rides the wind, it fills the sea, Returns again to you and me,

A quiet guest we never knew,

Yet lives within the food we chew.

O Earth, once pure in breath and light, Now burdened by this plastic blight, Shall we ignore, pretend, delay—

Or rise to change our course today? For hope still lives where hearts repair, In mindful acts, in those who care,

The smallest choice, the simplest start, Can heal the world, and play its part.