Walks on the Beach
We would play in the sand
hours going by
But little did we know
the greatest joy in the world
would inch closer to death
At first it was nothing
a cup here a cup there
until it started infecting our oceans
Today we understand that our little problem
is actually great and big
and has an affect so vast
Heaping piles of plastic intrude on our oceans
killing our animals
all by the touch of our hands
In the upcoming years
we will have more plastic
than fish in our oceans
Enjoy your walks now
for they will not last
if humanity continues
on this treacherous path
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