SeaSky: Part 3

And whilst this poision spread below
Another threat began to grow ...

To fuel their light, machines and heat
That kept them safe and snug and neat,
Murgles melted rocks as black as granite
That littered their beautiful little planet.
With wondrous ease they picked them up,
Chucked them into the melting cup,
Where rocks to fiery liquid run,
Bright and hot as the distant sun.

But in these magicky lifesome stones
There lived a gas that made its home
Within the chambers of this hard stuff,
'Till released by melting in a tiny puff
It phantom-like leaves its dark lair,
To hide within the whispy air.

For years and years it floated so,
Not seen or heard it steadily grew.
Silent, waiting, growing fat,
dangerous as a plaguey rat.

By instinct the Truffles were steadily led
And found the Murgles all abed,
Protected from the cool, dark night
Their homes all glowed with heat and light,
Whilst gases crept across the floors
And round their snuffling noses paused,
Then silent snuck out, out, OUT round windows and doors.
Sucking, furling it gathered there
Filling, swelling, bloating the air.
It built and rose, wave upon wave,
Smothering life that once it gave,
Gobbling up with wrathful glee,
A silent, surging, invisible sea.

This the tiny Truffles saw.
They felt the tug and heard the roar.
Knew that whilst Murgles lay abed,
This wave would crash upon their heads.
So round the houses gathered they
Outside the windows where Murgles lay,
And through the boiling, angry sky
They started up a warning cry.

In one such house all snug and curled
There lay a little Murgle girl,
Who heard the Truffles as they cried
And yawning rose to look outside.

Face to face she came with one,
Eyes ablaze in the rising sun.

Reflected in those luminous eyes
She saw the smoky, strangled skies
All across the houses and bog
She saw this choking, evil smog.
Faded colour and faded light
O it made a sorrisome sight!

In the morning bright and fair
She told her friends of the suffering air.
She told them as they gathered round her,
Of a sky so full it nearly drowned her.

The children talked and pondered long,
On the things that they were doing wrong.
What could they boys and girls arrange
To turn the tide ...
And stop the rot ...
And steer upon a sea of change?