We come from all over the States
Pura vida entwined in our fates.
We say “It’s so dope!”
And build lots of hope.
One by one, we come through the gates.
This beauty is rare to be seen.
Few places remain so pristine.
Yet as we enjoy
We also destroy
Transforming Mom’s gifts once so clean.
We must show respect for what’s here.
Plants, peeps and all wildlife near.
It’s all someone’s home
So our presence—not known!
Our traces should all disappear.
And let us enjoy in good grace
Strong conscience, kind heart and good face.
No mark at all
Is the best of them all.
Sh-shh. Please respect the whole place.