Kurnell

Walking through the sand as soft as a flower

Wind whistling trying to tell me something

Waves tickling my feet being as soft as feathers

They come in on the horizon

Dreaming in my head what it would be like 

Ships stealing and destroying my home

Plastic rubbish

Broken souls I see

For once they lived 

And for once it changed forever

This was their place

I ask you, my special place,

"Can you erase what has happened?"

She says, "I'm sorry but all we can do is move forward."