Paradise

As the wind waves welcome

With its breeze as light as a feather,

There is a strong scent of trash coming with the weather

As the tides go low, it turns into debris

But now, this sunshine paradise is turning into something we will never see

Drink in all the sunsets with happiness and a smile

Because this might be the last one in a while

You can hear the place's whispers telling us to save it

Its secrets are now revealed and we have to work on it, bit by bit