Pretty blue.

What have we done to this pretty, pretty blue?

Gorgeous.

And now.

Now there is miles and miles of plastic debris.

Miles and miles of this man-made junk!

Oh what have we done to this pretty blue?

How have we messed up this badly?

And the creatures too.

The creatures of this pretty blue.

They are dying.

Or already dead.

From this man-made junk.

At night I cry.

For the deaths of many.

From this man-made junk.

And I sleep on my thoughts

of what have we done to this pretty blue?