Island Song

The palm grass asks to be anointed
And lowly stalk becomes a bower
A sleepy sea minds not it’s mounts
Lifting armies to deliver
The requiem smithed from simple tunes
Rolls crescendos ever higher
A broken heart unseen in grieving
Hears heaven’s song in neighbor’s chatter

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