It seems like it was just yesterday. The sand on the hidden beach was soft, clean and white; the ocean majestic, powerful and pure. Wild trees grew wherever they liked and exotic flowers bloomed.
And on this – my home – descended a business tycoon. He came, saw and bought.
The coral, the sea shells and the lives of the crabs that scuttled across the beach became his. He captured the blue parrots, the yellow songbirds – he bought them all.
Alas! How greedy he was! He bought the pure, unpolluted air, the splendid sunset and the roar of the wind. And thus, to my dismay, my hidden world was splashed across glossy magazines. New York, Hong Kong and Timbuktu heard about this Jewel of the Ocean, this Paradise; my home.
Hidden, I watched and waited.
I saw them leave trash around the trees and tear fruits with their teeth. Yearning to free the crabs from the net, the fish from the line and the monkey from the cage but Fate had that I could not! However, I had to be careful, I had to be wise.
Hidden; no one could find me.
Wailing and grieving but I stayed hidden. Thinking the end was near but then came the rain. It brought thunder and lightning; the ocean crashed and the wind screamed.
My heart jumped for joy! The mist, the frost, the fog – there was a revolt as never seen before. We came. We fought and we won back our home.
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