MANS’ MISTAKE

I’m sitting.

The wind blows my hair.

I’m appreciating the beauty around me.

The natural beauty; there by its own accord,

Not placed or planned, just there.

I can hear nothing but the slow, subtle sound of waves.

I dig my feet into the grainy sand.

I suddenly hear a manufactured sound behind me.

I turn around, I wish I hadn’t.

It reminds me of what I’m trying to escape from.

I can smell the fumes now, of the metal contraptions

before me,

So dull and sullen they look

And I slowly realise that never again will I be able to sit

here;

Isolated from the rest of the world.

And because of man’s mistake; we are taking away the

TRUE beauty, in this world.