Island Bliss

A breathtaking calmness infiltrated the night, and the sky was cloudlessly unblemished, seeming to only contain the stars shining bright like tiny crystals illuminating the sky over the shimmering translucent water. The azure water traveled through the mountain splitting it in two like a concrete rose. The old forest hovered over the water casting a shadow of hollowing trees, and the only sounds heard were that of the winds whispering soft lullabies to the ebony night. The sight was glorious, a starlit sky shining brightly above the water cascading, plummeting below leaving thunderous ripples where the sea meets below the ever pleasant rolling green hills. The waterfall was the stronghold of the vivacious, captivating island with its ten mile long river flowing as a snake's movement through the island's grass, moving slowly as the snake's feeble journey, sailing through the lands leaving behind a remarkable story to be told.