The Strength of the Mangroves

This beloved isle, cradled by endless blue, knows the rhythm of change, the song of the sea. But do we?

Do we remember that progress isn't just about what we build, but also what we protect, what we honour?

The heart of Cayman beats in the roots of these trees, in the tangled arms of the mangroves that hold the land together, stretched out like a mother’s embrace, shielding us from the waves before they reach our shores.

Land of soft, fresh breezes, will we remember you when the machines hum louder than the wind?

When the water rises higher, will we miss the protection we once took for granted? Who will stand where you once stood?

Progress and protection—two tides pulling in opposite directions. Can we find a way to hold both?

When the next storm comes, and the waves roar ashore, may we remember those who stood their ground for centuries.

And may we ask ourselves: What do we stand for? Who will stand where the mangroves once stood?

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