We are not meant to be an island, but an archipelago …

Connected to each other by crisscross of flows and frequent boat trips,

Birds raising young on all our shores

Turtles rushing to the surf as we shelter soft eggs in the sand.

We are not meant to be an island, but an archipelago …

Close and yet not meshed together

Siblings born of planetary upheaval

that created life

And land.

We are not meant to be an island, but an archipelago …

Each unique yet wholly intertwined

Into an ecosystem of together

Sharing horizons, water, rainbows, rain-tears, storms

Exchanging endless sand.