They have always been in the mountains
Now they’re heading for the beach
The climate is changing down there
It’s warm but not protected by the trees
Exposed on the sand so vulnerable
It’s hard for them let go
Afraid of losing their footing
Remembering to go with the flow
The sand though it’s moving is safe
The tide only will come in so far
The trees are just behind them
So really there’s nothing to fear
The sun warms their bodies
The tribe drop their guard
The children start playing in the shallows
Suddenly they’re eaten by a shark
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The busy little bee
So busy near her hive
Spending her time
Ducking and diving
Searching for pollen
Seeking the flowers
Suckling the nectar
To give her magic powers -
I hear it like a heartbeat
The chug of hope and more
The diesel boat is coming
It’s nearing at my door
Quick! Get out and listen
Have I been misled?
Is it a similar engine
Of a passing boat instead?
Sometimes it is and sigh I do
As I go back inside
And keep my ears peeled in hope
That the coal boat’s not far behind
I hear it like a heartbeat
Coming from afar
Then suddenly it’s at my stern
And gently cruising past
I’ve missed it nooooo
My heart does race
As I run out and bellow
“Can you top me up?”
They turn to face
Reversing in the shallow
Grab the rope
Pull them in
Tie it off
Relief
All topped up
Happy again
Ready to go
Relief
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