Because of me and my family like to go to the sea every years. But last times we go, It changes our mind to go there again. From the sea that is so clear and clean. At this time,there is nothig like that anymore. It be full of rubbishs. Meanwhile, The man dump it with carelessness. Have you ever realise how about the fish, how about the sound that no one care who live in that place. How can they live regardless of their bed is surrounded by polluted water.
The story from a fish "Last summer before my home was changed I got up from sleep when the sun was shining in my eye and I knew my adventure was beginning again. I swam through the coral garden. It was beautiful like Babilonian garden. Everytime I touch the sand it felt like i laid on the cotton and looked up to the sky, I could see plenty of paintings out there so clear. The more I swam near the shore, I would hear the beats of tamburines. As long as I lived in my home, I tasted the ocean as a part of me, but ended when they came. I want my place back.
The story from a fish "Last summer before my home was changed I got up from sleep when the sun was shining in my eye and I knew my adventure was beginning again. I swam through the coral garden. It was beautiful like Babilonian garden. Everytime I touch the sand it felt like i laid on the cotton and looked up to the sky, I could see plenty of paintings out there so clear. The more I swam near the shore, I would hear the beats of tamburines. As long as I lived in my home, I tasted the ocean as a part of me, but ended when they came. I want my place back.
