The Island
With wild-waves at mid-ocean it stands bare
The island's deserted and stands alone.
No inhabitance, it reigns warm and rare.
A solitary island stands so fair
The island's her Majesty on the throne.
With wild-waves at mid-ocean it stands bare.
In its element, nature now won't spare
This island by people won't be outdone.
No inhabitance, it reigns warm and rare.
Nor will its areas with mankind share
As cool winds do blow it stands like a cone.
With wild-waves at mid-ocean it stands bare.
The island's tiniest creatures do care
About its shells, woods, rays, sands, seas and stone.
No inhabitance, it reigns warm and rare.
The sun hotly on the island does glare
Around it the un-tamest winds do moan.
With wild-waves at mid-ocean it stands bare