I give you things from my big ocean.
I painted them here part by part,
hoping that this little something,
maybe touch inside your heart.

In some of them you hear the ocean.
The sound of waves that rush inside.
Telling us of all those stories,
of the lands that sea went by.

It also sees the people careless,
that choose to live in river streams.
They had to cut all vegetation,
that kept their banks… they didn’t see.

Also when the ocean’s storming
It takes us, way up with sand.
And If you find a little starfish,
take it from the dry, to mend

All creatures they need been care for
not at home in garbage cans
Tread like us the ocean rightful
and you’ll get as us, its fan