A Sensible Oxymoron

The eyes of the sea open onto my dream
The waters flooding Earth
And homes and children giving birth
Hate rising from the heat
Of the ice it ant compete
With the dying dead rising from their death
Such easily caught breath
Rage filling the galaxy’s capacity
Transforming the clear air into opacity
Anger cleansing the good
With scars and sins and all is misunderstood
But the sea continues to clearly see
As its eyes open onto my dream.

-By Michelle D.
Age 15