The Island

Many moons ago the island was born spewed up in a volcanic eruption it was perfectly formed out of rock five nautical miles from the mainland A barren isle with no life on it visited sometimes by birds and seals over time the dung from them all provided a base for tender shoots There was but one stream here which flowed from the towering rocks cascading joyfully down into a pool a stunning splash of viberant blue Around it started to appear flora the seeds carried in by the birds were now taking root and tranforming life now has a grip which in time flourishes The barren island soon attracted life first the birds who started nesting in the newly grown lushious trees, their songs bringing musical sounds Then came the many different insects most importantly the honey bees fertilising starting new species covering the land with lush greenery Gradually the animals swam over getting busy finding homes now the island was flourishing gay sounds breaking the long silence Here nature has triumphed over all transforming a bare rocky isle life has been yet again reaffirmed from nothing comes a veritable paradise Man attracted visits collecting eggs fishing the shores and lakes Yet none set down roots here there is a strangeness that unsettles Instead they use it for worship and for their native burials for they had knowledge of nature this was not for man to spoil All was well in our island paradise until white men found this little gem desecrating the graves and plundering the island until it was almost bare Furious witch doctors set a curse that night screams could be heard the natives huddled together shaking by morning, deep silence reigned Looking out to the island they saw new razor sharp reefs completely surrounding the island Nature had reclaimed her masterpiece