I see the seahorse again. Delicate and fragile it comes to me, shimmering and luminous with light. And I remember the reef. Remembering dads words. "As long as we respect it, it will continue to feed us
yuck
Relatives from the pa made their way to the reef. Rongo tried to twist his wifes arm to let them forget their chores and follow them to collect pipi.
Oh no!aue, aue
We have lost our aroha for you and our respect for your life
Through dead waving seaweed
much of the fun of going to the reef was because they could be with their friends and whanau. It was a good time for being family again and for enjoying our tribal ways.
we have poisoned the land and now we feed our ;oison into your waters
First the land and now our food... The sea is polluted.If we eat the seafood we may get sick.
An old woman began to cry out a tangi to the reef. It was a very sad song for such a beautiful day. ‘Aue … Aue …’ With the rest of the iwi, we bowed our heads. While she was singing, the sea boiled yellow with effluent issuing from a pipe in the seabed. The stain curled like fingers around the reef.
The seahorse searches desperately for clean and crystal waters.
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