Island

Island If I were an island Made by nature or by man I wouldn’t feel alone at all I would devise a plan I’d slowly but most definitely Proof I was smart and wise For I would turn myself into A most desirable paradise Where everything was thriving Plants and animals, the whole lot I’d labor steadily and with joy To make exceptional this here spot As I would lie there by myself I would seem isolated But that would only be assumed I would be underrated I would have no appeal or charm Nobody would come near Who knows if some would even think I was a place to fear But in my isolated state I’d flourish and I’d bloom For all the silence and the peace Would leave me lots of room And when perhaps by accident After quite a lot of time Someone who ventured over here Would see that I’m sublime And off he’d go to tell the rest Of the jewel he had found He’d tell of all that he had seen This would for sure astound What they had seen as overgrown Uninhabitable and scary Now caught the interest of them all They were no longer wary But by that time I would have been A natural reserve All guarded and protected From those who would have the nerve. Wendy Nipas