I’m an island with no name

Floating in the Pacific without tourist to call my own

No boats dock on my plentiful beaches

No feet dance in my tantalizing sand

No eyes fall in whimsical wonderment while staring upon my pristine water

No soul devours my delectable fruit

Birds fly over, not wanting to rest their talons on the sturdy barks of my evergreen

Because I’m just a mysterious island floating in the Pacific.