Before we took it.

Before the bottle cap fish and the aluminum foil eels,

Before the seaweed was covered in fishing reels,

Before the murky brown water filled the space,

Before the hunt for food was a race, 

Before they made it full of fears, 

With all the blood, sweat and tears. 

Before they had taken it all from her, 

Her shallow reefs and deep blue thunder, 

Lived a paradise some would say, 

Deep crystal blue, tall battering waves.  

Clean, colourful, alive and free. 

Salty but sweet as anything could be. 

Lively creatures, both great and small,

Bathed together through it all. 

But eventually, all the colours faded, 

Her delicate district had been raided,

Nothing there except what had been put, 

Rubbish, oil, dirt and soot. 

The paradise will never be the same, 

And all we have is us to blame.