Water so pure and blue,
By a place far far away,
That no one knows it's there anymore,
Except colorful birds asinging.
No people live by the sea now,
And all remnents once was there
Are all gone and burried
Beneath the sands of time.
All that's left is a lone lighthouse,
But there's no people there either.
The waves of the sea splash
Against the rocks at it's base.
Every now and then there appears,
A pod of Whales nearby at sea.
Singing their songs of lonelyness,
And calling to each other again and again.
Sometimes a deer family wonders close,
And grazes upon the green grasses.
Sometimes they stay awhile,
But eventually they do leave.
Once this place was haunted
By the ghosts of wars and ruin.
But that was eons ago,
And all has come around once more.
Nature has replenished this space;
This island by the sea.
And is waiting in anxious trembling
For new life to begin again.
One day very very soon,
Wild life will return.
Each time they will stay a bit longer,
Till finally they make it their home.
Then later as more time passes,
Humans will aslo come.
They will be smarter this time;
At least nature hopes they will be.
Keeping everything pure and simple,
Is what nature wants all along.
It's hard to do but one must try,
And keep nature's best pure.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Nov. 2003)
