The palm trees dot the landscape, bedded in velvet sands,
On another sojourn to find nature's comfort in faraway lands.
As the waves crash relentlessly, erasing traces of time,
Yet not strong enough, to tide over the modern man's crime.
As I soak my feet, the blue around it slowly turns red,
Fragments of a glass shattered, slowly embed.
The pain is ephemeral, and the wound will be soon a scar,
Yet in our transient joys, have we gone too far?
We see, we like, we build, we confine, we run, insane,
To start this cycle at a new place, yet again.
For materialism knows no bounds when you're not paying its price,
Forgetting every misdeed today is tomorrow's sacrifice.
The call of a seagull breaks my reverie, as I witness the sunset,
Orange and green extending beyond my ken, maybe all isn't lost yet.
In the din of our desires, subdued lies the earth's vanishing beauty's cry,
As I walk along the shore, and a wrapper flows by...
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