In an endless blanket of waves,
a blink of green, a land for the saved

A savior, a refuge, a wholesome place,
full of everlasting grace

See the palm branch thrash and sway,
the waves roll in and crash in the bay

A roar warns of a coming storm,
shaking the huts on the shore

Auks dive on the rocks,
terns fly in graying flocks

The bombardier plants open wide,
awaiting the first drop out of the sky

The agoutis huddle under a vine,
near mango trees like twisting twine

Palms lean into the murky stream,
pitcher plants line the shore

Dragonflies and shining eyes
lean out of the leafy forest floor

Down the path and through the rain,
roots appearing like ghosts of pain

First a tip tap, then a roar,
rain echoing for ever more

To the village under the coconut trees,
trunks tall and crooked like a hermit’s knees

See the log boats outside the huts,
nestled in the dips and ruts

In the treetops, branches sway,
sending down a hail of rain

A jaguar, a sentinel with shining eyes,
watches the kiwi birds run and hide

The pear trees on the rocky shore,
are torn up and lost forevermore

Sea at war with sky

All animals, plants, know this is now no rain,
but a south watchers, an pacific hurricane

The sun rises after a night,
of wind and rain, fear and flight

The wood is washed up on the sand,
the ferns folded like Chinese fans

Trees torn up, homes lost,
Leaves blown, mangoes tossed

Many a animal lost it’s life that day,
but it’s a island, that’s it’s way

life.