The early morning orange
Tells me a story of peace and being kind
But isn’t it a bit strange
That peace and friends are hard to find
The static high casuarina tree
Tells me a story of tolerance and dignity
But why is it that I see
So much anger, hate, lack of integrity
The deep and tumultuous sea
Is telling me a story of strength and beauty
But somehow all around me
Garbage and dirt is everywhere to see
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