It’s an island of my own, with everything one’s soul can desire for-nature’s music, peace, food, shelter, warmth, tranquility, and happiness. It’s the place where one can find their inner self, and who they really are.
There’s a golden sandy beach, with seagulls flying overhead. Palm trees provide shade, under which I lie. As I stare out into the vast ocean, and into the serene clear blue water, I spot a school of tiny goldfish, that look so alike to a troop of soldiers, ready to fight, yet just the flick of my tiny finger frightens them away, puzzled.
There is a mountain on this island, which is split into two, and through the middle, spills a magnificent valley. Dreamy willows stoop over a rustic river, gently swaying in the cool breeze.
A weaver chirps in the distance, whilst puffing up his feathery chest, showing off.
A majestic, but fragile butterfly lands upon a blossoming rose, creating the most phenomenal pattern ever seen.