Polymeric Rhapsody

Part VII: Plastic Sands

Sand is like a grain of time, 

Reborn, it's broken down from things long since gone.

It can make for a picture postcard or holiday fun.

And in Cornish seas, our sand lives on.

Plastic large as life, which anyone can see,

Is soon cleaned up from our sandy sea.

But our sand contains a secret, a grain of something new,

Plastic from me and plastic from you. 

Our sand is like a grain of time,

Full of plastic from all of our kind. 

For all our time.