From the wide body, heavy floating in the air
Through a window, on a height of 35.000 feet
A small spot, around water’s edge and sea
A crawling monster, in rust-color appetite
Glimpsing for a fragrance of war at night
In the area whales and sharks in prayer
Dressed in nickel tight fitted skirts
Wondering if in this sea of death, so near
A live exist, for millions more to come
The wide body replays its action everyday
No sea lawyers, but the creator of the earth
Silently watches, handing a small rescue buoy
A war of minds of souls "global warming" nicknamed
A living monster, million years foretold
The sea of death transferred into a drop of live
Cause the creator lets go and has the final word
