The crystal waters
Wash
gently onto
Virgin
white sand
Untrod
by man
Unspoiled
by technology
And
no vapour trails
Mark
the azure sky
The
trees untended
Lay
where they fell
The
coconuts un-harvested
But
for the wind
Lay
untouched also
They
beach stretched
As
far as the eye could see
Far
into the distance
Un-marked
and un-scarred
No
buildings
No
phone masts
No
pylons
No
wind farms
Or
streetlights
The
only sounds to be heard
Were
the waves breaking,
The
gentle breeze in the palms
And
assorted birdcalls
No
gunfire
No
car alarms
No
train whistles
No
sonic booms
Or
traffic
Just
a perfect silence
No
flotsam of plastics and tins
Littered
the beach
Just
endless white sand’s
And
perfect blue skies
The
rustles of palm fronds
And
warm scented breezes
So
where is this paradise?
It’s
in the long distant past
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