Saturday, July 12, 2014
If it was easy to get to and thousands came,
It would be destroyed,
The animals would leave,
And the flowers would be trampled.
Some places are best left wild,
So that generations,
Hundreds of years from now,
The same things we see now,
Walrus lumbering towards the Beach,
To bask in the sun,
Waves crashing over their backs,
Birds from across the globe,
Congregating to nest.
These islands need to be cherished,