And the ocean went crazy.

And the ocean went crazy.

We lived far from the ocean, grass, ignoring its vast expanse of blue-green water, dark and transparent.
We drank from it, and we didn,t know that there was.
The roots of the land bit him, he gave us seeds and fruits, he fed animals and flocks.
And we didn,t appreciate anything, we didn,t know who to thank.
Innocents, we thought it was the work of the gods, and that we deserved it just for belonging to these landscapes.
We slept calmly.
The sky wept in abundance, cried with joy.
There was water everywhere, to the south and to the north.
But we never saw the ocean.
We did not know that there was.
River fish, cold rocks, relaxing baths.
Everything was perfect, water and life.

And one day, that day, we began to violate its natural laws, we turned the land into sterile deserts, we exhausted rivers and springs.
Without water and without life, we look for it in other places. We found only dry rocks.
We discovered late that everything happens in the liquid, the life and its end.
For even the dust becomes water.
But without it, there are no roads, no dreams, no rivers or fish. Only madness and thirst.
Without water we died, we were dust and landscape without roots.
When there was nothing left, earth inside, the drizzle wet a dry tree.
But the tree didn,t wake up and the Ocean went mad, condemned to live eternally lifeless around.

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