Easter Island

Once the island was covered by beautiful broadleaf forest Where subtropical birds sang their choirs But it is now gone because of exploitation Only place it still exists is imagination There exotic grassland stretches towards the horizon But even now we can see stone figures that on the island have risen Once of hope for the natives they were beacon But now the natives are gone their hopes drowned and them themselves beaten No one knows how the stones were placed For how could simple culture with lifting those problems have faced? How they could carry such stones the distance by which they are spaced? But no one knows because evidence of how it was done were erased Some say powerful magic had to take place Or Gods whose likeness is depicted by on the stone carved face Others say it is beings from other space That with their presents’ earth would grace Whatever the reason the natives reached their goal But later their civilization exploited so much it had to fall Most say it was antigravity used to put the stone not magic at all But maybe it was as strong as full continuum antigravities equivalent connected to the soul