THE LIVING ISLAND

There’s a circular sea
In the center of the center
Is an island that grows from a hole
And it’s creating a creation
Of never-ending seashores
And the winds will change as it grows

I sit on the banks
Of the banks of its mountains
And count all the ripples that fold
While the water is rising
As it rises over sands
The sands that cannot
Escape its hold

The colors are rare
It’s a beautiful beauty
And the sounds that it makes
Are alive
And if the fields it is bending
Start mending the scenery
I know its trees will survive

Everything moves
And it's moving so swiftly
That it all amuses the eye
And I watch all the changes
As the Master rearranges
Every piece and every part
Of the sky

It’s a birth of creation
And nobody’s nation
For this place cannot
Be claimed
It is for the eyes only
Forever standing lonely
And pure it will
Always remain