Echoes of Paradise Lost

 by Tina Winterlik with help of AI

From the Blog Adventurez in Mexico 

https://adventurezinmexico.blogspot.com

On a Saturday, September's gentle sway,

Where waves crash loud and dreams replay.

Amidst Zipolite's sun-kissed embrace,

A tale unfolds of a changing place.

A thousand pesos, a night's costly tale,

Half a month's rent, a lavish trail.

Where pools gleam bright 'neath tropical sun,

Yet waters dwindle, a town undone.

Paradise, a fragile thread to bind,

Where hotels rise, dreams left behind.

Canadians build condos by the shore,

A future beckons, uncertain lore.

I share this tale with a whispered sigh,

Of paradise lost, if we don't try.

To think green, tread lightly on this shore,

Support local life, cherish it more.

Choose small abodes, dine with the few,

Embrace local ways, old and new.

Give back, lend a hand to heal,

To schools, to clinics, for the real deal.

The pool, the smiles, they warm the heart,

Yet choices now shape the beach's part.

For if all succumb to luxury's chase,

Paradise fades, leaving empty space.

So let these words stir hearts to see,

A plea for paradise, a call to be free.

To cherish Zipolite's sands and sea,

Think green or bid farewell, let it be.