The beat of a black desert heart
Playing a symphony on the strings of time
The inner tide flows in tune
Rising
Falling
Souring
A sweet melody struck from the wreckage of the poverty of storms
Lifted up by communities grace to sing in gods castle
Whilst patent red leather shoes tread the tiles of an economists dream
Imagining creativities warm embrace
When the apple fell from the tree
The wind blew it far away
To an islands peril
And an aching heart
Waiting for news
Of survival