When will this sprig of ocean return to writing its budding waves?
Mariciel Nuyda
I yearn for the time
For the ocean to recover the pulse of its daily living
To sway with the breeze
To bathe in its foam
To quench the thirst of parched lands and scorched trees
To bring life
To bring healing
For anger to dissipate and transform
For humanity to gaze at the beauty that I once knew.