Drip drop the water goes
To the oceans, where it flows
Down the rivers, streams and channels
Watersheds are what does send them
With their brothers, they are bonded
Kinetic force we find them now
Our bow does force their waves around
We go now in disheartening search
Of plastics left to drown.
Our cargo of impassioned views
We hope to spread these words to you.
One drop, one water, its up to us
What was once abundant is now unclean
Please help to stop the plastic sheen.
-Mitchell Mclean, on board Sea Dragon, June 30, 2013