Plastic islands float in the ocean

Choking nature with a rhythmic motion

Plastic tides wash up on our shore

Plastic islands forming, more plastic galore

In seabirds feathers, in fishes scales

In turtles eggs and inside whales

Lying on the seabed for years and years

Toxic and deadly, our very worst fears

Soon there will be

More plastic than fish in the sea

But Power to the pupils

To you and to me

For we can set the fishes free

And help restore diversity

And if we don’t just wait and see

It will be plastic and chips for your tea!

Imagine what would happen

If you left plastic on the sand

And took a load of pretty shells

Home with you in your hand

The hermit crabs would have no choice

They can’t be naked and alone

They’d have to wear your plastic

A toxic man made home

Take nothing but your memories

Of a beach alive inside

Leave nothing but your footprints

To be swallowed by the rising tide

(Written for the sustainable Steyning Grammar fashion show)