The lady in her turquoise marine gown
With pale pink pearls from the ocean
The gentle swirl of her flowing robes
Like the rustle of waves in motion

Bathing in cool showers from the Heavens
Her wet long curls like a brook in the rock
The tiara bejeweled with beads of snow
Shimmering night sea- the sequins of her frock

Her reflection in the clear mirror pond
Flawless beauty as tranquil as its waters
A veil drawn over the face sets it aglow
Like how a fall of gushing water sunrays scatters

A murky blotch now on the turquoise garb
The robes marred with a slimy daub
The pink pearls slipped off, never to be found
The rustle replaced by the engines’ roaring sound

A spell of acid rains is all that precipitates
A sooty whirlpool in the sea now gyrates
The tiara tarnished, the snow flakes thawed
Dyes, dirt, debris have made her a slipshod

Bottle green mossy ponds, reflections trapped within
Ringed ripples – the silent cries of the wrinkled queen
O come, all ye slayers and bestow back her gurgling laughter
For she’s ailing, Latis - the Alpha of Life … the Goddess of Water