Stokes Bay

Giant pine trees pierce the sky
As silver rays of moonlight glisten on the ocean
A faint orange light transcends high
Watching the mountains crumble from erosion.

There’s a weight on my shoulder
People keep riding over the boulders.
Parks and tinkles are seen on me
Listening to the wind whistle through the wings of aves

But no one seems to see
Held in the arms of wind and waves
That this is destroying me
Rubber and plastic are shredding my face
But that doesn’t stop them from improving their pace

Faster and harder they go down the mountain
There’s a weight on my shoulder
People keep riding over the boulders