The Death of an Island

February 19, 2018
By Puffin BRONZE, Valley Cottage, New York
Puffin BRONZE, Valley Cottage, New York
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She felt like an island
Just an ocean out of reach
Waiting for someone to build a bridge
Or stumble upon her beach

 

Her animals cried for help
Rampaging the island like beasts
While her flowers all wilted
Their petals billowing in the breeze

 

But no one heard her shouts
No one gave a helping hand
And her life slowly gave out
Her sadness stained red upon her sands

 

Sailors never anchored in her waters
Explorers never reached her shores
And she soon felt like her island
Was nothing more than a corpse

 

People pride themselves in valuing every bit of land
Saving every little seashell they find upon the sand
But they are just to stupid to simply understand
That the very thing they just witnessed firsthand

 

Was both quiet and important

 

It was the death of an island



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