Solomon Islands

Crashing silently to shore,
The waves of yesteryear,
They echo of a time when youth
Could live on earth without fear,

And bring up from deep within
The ocean depths before,
A treasure laid out on the sand
To keep one safe and warm.

Such comforts do escape us now,
There is not peace akin
To that which He had shown us,
But, instead, of sin,

We thus ignore the fruits of Heaven,
And leave them there to rot,
Time it is to ride the wave,
And use what we have lost.