Maroubra beach

Descending towards the water, surfboard in my hand
Leaping onto the warm golden sand                                  
Lunging into the water and looking up at the wide blue sky      
Sun-kissed sands that beg for the shore.
Just missed a wave, hoping there will be more
Better than Bondi, Bronte and Byron Bay
Through rolling tides I glide with grace   
Now travelling at a fast pace 

Everyone is leaving                                                                                                                    
Plastic strewn across the shore, a quiet warning
The call brings clarity to what lies ahead
Sand turned to soil, water coming to a boil 
Slowly slowly now the water is turning brown

Nothing can help us now