So there is this ocean,
Huge,
I don't know where it begins,
I don't know where it ends,
In fact, I wouldn't even know what an ocean is if it was not for my learned friends,
But it's my home.
I'm just a little clamp,
Bobbing up and down, swaying to and fro as the waves kiss the shore,
Toiling to be a little more beautiful,
Everyday,
Such that when I leave,
I leave something worthwhile,
An example for some to live by,
Or to adorn a village girl's neckline.
Or if the ocean one day so desires,
My Earthly remains,
Shall join a million premature others,
To plead the case for our home,
In front of the judge and the oil diggers,
The same, they say,
There's an ocean,
Huge,
And beneath it, lies another,
Liquid gold, it's called,
They know where it begins, and,
For sure, where it ends,
But they know not,
How their glorious future,
May meet its untimely end.