Palm trees sway
coconuts dance
beads of water
on the glass
soft waves move
towards the sand
a box jellyfish
washes up
on the shore
when we were young
there were so many shells
and the jellyfish were many
when we were young
it was only a nightmare
to see what would come
sadness sets in
shells replaced with rubbish
no box jellyfish, only dead crabs
C & K 