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.