The first thing I remember is the sky.

Brighter than the ocean itself.

Always changing colors.

I have watched the sky since the beginning of time.

I saw the first man walk the earth, sail in these waters, and build empires.

I remember the wars with their mothers while friends had helped.

I remember their history better than they do.

But I hate them now.

They no longer care for me.

The ice that held me imprisoned has melted.

Setting me free.

When the ice falls, it causes me to destroy a city half around the world.

They started taking from me, they won’t stop, they say they own me.

I am not something to be owned!

They started to put me in something clear; added many odd things to me.

What are they doing to me?

They are making my cycle crumble.

I’m losing myself.

Please help…

Anyone?