Tree’s Island

This wild, wailing, wriggling, world   

holds a wicked empty throne;

hidden where roots have curled

as Tree calls this place her home.

The mighty ocean’s swells climb

at its defiance since crowned;

it stands still rooted in time

guarding our world’s lost and found. 

This island splat of free land:

where roar of wave race report

to serve on shiny shore strand, 

is quick to give it’s retort. 

The brush fan chase forest stand 

that pan round lake and hill span:

where stone strewn slabs climb inland 

as they march in line to plan.  

This story of defiance

is told to every isle child: 

a story of alliance

claims that all things here are wild.

The mountain range monstrous:

each peak complete with grandstand

of rebel rock crown’s chorus

to the kingdom of dry land. 

This island hides it’s treasure 

safe from ocean assaults pound:

an imagined worlds measure 

of rhythm in your soul’s sound.