My 17 Small Little Island

17 miles long, my small little island

Driving across that bridge as my head floods with memories Rolling down my window, the salty air grazes my face

17 miles long, my small little island

Stepping outside

Feeling the hot sand on my feet like lava rocks

Looking out at the elegant blue ocean

Seeing the waves sway in and out together as one

The seagulls squawking strongly

The jingling sound coming from the top of the dunes

The sun turning my skin a strawberry pink

Selling homemade jelly sand pancakes

Years go by

Driving down the bridge for the millionth time

Looking out at the beastly blue ocean

Seeing the waves crash one on top of another

17 miles long, my small little island

Different than once before

The beach slipping out from under me

The wind turbines cluttering the blue ocean

What have you done to my small little island?

Who will be accused when our earth collapses? As the days go on and the pollution builds on, Like every time we hear the earth cry for help, We say there is only so much to be done through dusk and dawn.

The buildings are giving off this disgusting smoke. This smoke lies above sitting in the air, As we watch it rise like a balloon cut loose, Not a minute to decide if we really care.

We must stand up and not let this happen. Another habitat is destroyed. Crash! For with every new building We pretend they are not trash.

Our earth is a wildfire burning, With no time left to hop. We must take chances with the odds And stop licking our lollipops.

So, who will be accused of the earth collapsing? We all ask ourselves not wanting to know. The earth being our home, The earth we watch as it glows