I am a desert island in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the ocean whose waves tidally wash up on my sandy shores.
I am beautiful, both flat and mountainous.
I am as vibrant and voluptuous as you can ever imagine.
I am not alone. There are other islands nearby in my company and together we form an archipelago.
No people live here but sometimes they come and visit and wonder.
I am a dream. I am their dream. Humans are tired of living in crowded cities. I am seen as their alternative.
Those that come, see me as Paradise. Whatever Paradise is.
I am nature’s own with trees amid a dense forest, streams and rivers, waterfalls, abundance of vegetation and food,lagoons, caves.
Wildlife flourishes without interference from mankind or pollution though sometimes it (pollutant waste such as oil or plastic) does wash up upon the beaches and the damage can seem destructive in its wake, no less shameful to the eye.
Tropical climate temperates existence for all, a blend of sunshine, rain and wind, a calm to prevail before the storm.
I have existed this way for thousands of years, developed only by nature itself, undeveloped by mankind.
And I will exist this way for another thousand more at least.
Because I have no evaluation of real time.
I am curious about mankind and its impact upon my world but I have no craving to change. And nor will I change. Not ever. This is my visage to the world.
I offer peace on earth, harmony, sanctuary, perspective.
The fish, the birds, the land animals which inhabit my geometry are fearless because they have nothing to fear.
All living things within my domain from the animals to the plants speak with one voice.
This is me as a person experiencing a metamorphosis and speaking out to you in an anthropomorphic way.
I am an island. A desert island. Let me be. Just let me be.