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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

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