The Island's Sand

A decade here, I smell the the fragrance of the dwelt air. I am going to miss this refuge Crying became a task, huge. I wish not to Though I wanted to. For the happiness I found Had silenced my crying sound. I wish to take this beauty Which my eyes observed as a duty. I wish to take the pure water Which soothes and makes better. I wish I take this soft sand That greases hope on my hand. My bid is to take a thing That may read everything. As I leave this hope full place Just in case....just in case... I need to remember The land that took me a member. The ship is now leaving with a loud clamor I relished the comfort of humor. In my hand... I took the sand To rhyme my saving Island.