Like diamonds ablaze the Caribbean blue waters sparkled;
Emitting a spectrum of fiery rays like the Queen’s crown,
The white blanched sands were bathed back and forth;
By the soft sweeping of these gentle waters emanating,
From the north.
Scantily clad bronze bodies could be seen along the shore;
Drinking tropical frozen cocktails, so lush & galore.
One could feel a cool breeze ever so slightly;
“Might I suggest an appetizer?” whispered so politely.
Not to mention the backdrop of the ruffled flowers;
An all pastel array of hues and colors, &
Noted for their medicinal powers.
All at once a boy could be heard screaming,
“That shark took my little sister!”
The natives were unsure of the meaning;
However, shortly thereafter, the crimson remains,
Could be seen tainting the pristine waters,
Much to their disbelief & utter disdain.
A paradox created by Mother Nature, her majesty;
Who painted tis Paradise along with this travesty?
The families who once took such joy in this respite;
Now questioned G-d’s intentions & were so desperate;
To have their sanity restored to a time period before;
They could not trust the world around them anymore.