Morning at the Bay

The water's surface is glassy smooth
At night the breaker got pretty soothe
The waves washed up pieces of log
The sun is not shrouded by coastal fog
Dense kelp covers the moraine's caves
Lurking beneath the rolling waves
A magical yet largely hidden world
With its bouncing sea otters up curled
Dominated by massive spires of kelp
Endangered I feel unable to help
This forest so unique, so rich, so bright
Pierced by shimmering shards of light
Will soon disappear from this planet
Its holdfasts anchored on granite
If we don't care!