Poem about desert island

Alone.

Separated from the world.

Separated from everything.

Is it sad?

Does it ever need company?

Who does it complain about when there is no rain?

Who does it complain about when it's too hot?

No, it is great.

It's not bad to be alone.

Not bad to be unique.

Not bad because it's not deserted.

If there are no people, it does not mean that it is desert.

It has so many beautiful, tall canopies,

which flutter proudly.

There are so many singers who fly in every year to beautify those magnificent canopies.

There are so many beauties who proudly wear their horns.

It's not desert, only we humans think so.

We are the ones who bother when we anchor to visit that untouched beauty.

Then there is silence.

They stop singing.

They stop swaying.

They hide with their horns so that we don't hunt them, because there are those of us who would do that.

It's desert, that's what we called it.

But it is not, there is life on every island.

And be careful how you do it the next time you anchor.

Author: Musician

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