The Beach

I love the beach

Things nature has to teach

The warm radiance of the sun

Across the sands run

The powdery golden sand

Flows out of my hand

Running into waves

And going into caves

Collecting little shells

Conical, flat and shaped like bells

In all shades of the rainbow

Rosa, orange, blue and rojo

Making sand castles, what a delight

Not an upsetting thought in sight

Then I got a bad start,

The broken handle of a shopping cart

Looking around I see so much garbage

Destroying the beach, I fly into a rage

I think "such a nice place

Yet garbage covers such a lot of space"

"Humans destroy, humans hate"

Were my thought at the area's fate

"And yet I am one"

Thought I at the set of the sun

I mustn't anger, mustn't cry

But remain quick and spry

Then I'll one day change the mind 

Of our horrible, destructive kind.