A flowering home for turtles and fish,
These mixed seagrass meadows harbour much life;
Moving in currents with a gentle swish,
Net global warming is less when they’re rife.
By burying carbon deep beneath
The sediment, stacked high in metres thick.
Excess carbon deposits it could sheath,
But now they are dying at rates too quick.
With one quarter of species under threat
Could this potential saviour be caught out?
As carbon credits quickly turn to debt,
In policies Blue Carbon counts for nowt.
The seagrass saves our coastline from the waves,
But who’ll save the seagrass from our malaise?