The sun shines bright.
Where are we?
Where ash is buried.
Two islands joined to make
Singapore’s only landfill.
A treasure chest,
Which no pirate has seen.
Not even Blackbeard could find it.
A goby, a crab.
Sea stars and anemones,
Marvellous and precious.
A fan worm, a noble volute,
Cowries and nudibranchs.
Beautiful and weird.
A heron’s call,
Her home beckons,
Little darlings await.
The sun is setting,
Setting on the island,
Shining on the jewels.
The jewels of Semakau.
The jewels of Singapore.
I Can Do It! 
