Lofty stones bow slowly down,
creatures feature their face
A little dot of beauty
born of Nature’s grace.
A million deaths so given
Ground to white and silver sand
And polished into gold
by a gentle, steady hand.
Sharks circle in constant orbit
Moody, sleepless Kings of the sea
Unpaid day and night watchmen
Keeping all here danger free.
And the lonely heron’s vigil
Proves patience reaps reward
Little silverfish play until and at last
He finally thrusts his sword.
Stingrays come by to visit
With a retinue of old good friends
Pacing unfashionably early
For what their journey intends.
Flapping, splashing, demanding
Their hunger to be relieved
And though the meal is short and sweet
It’s gratefully, greedily received.
On dry land kind and diligent hosts
With their goal our constant care
Bring forward chef’s creations
Prepared with pride and flair.
These island brothers and sisters
With open hearts and smiling eyes
A bridge between the diamond sea
And ink black starry skies.
They must stay here always
Their children’s children belong
Just as we can only visit
And bathe for a moment in their song
Then as all good things come to an end
We’ll make our way home too soon
And wave to our cousin the dolphin
Who must forever follow the Moon.