a question troubles, island’s peace is lost,
“am i who i am?” eager land inquires.
disturbed, the once serene and calm water,
enraged waves sent off, crashing onto shore.
the answer that you seek i cannot speak,
straightforward answers, never meant to please.
a storm threatens a downpour of yes, no,
confusion flooded, train of thought submerged.
surveying islands, bird’s eye takes the view,
clouds fleet along, marveling at it all:
a lake, a river, waterfalls of hope,
a hill, a valley, mountains of regret,
grown with experience, plants and trees stand,
learning through challenges, animals flock.
“what an amazing sight!” wind blows soft breeze,
“what an amazing mind!” whistles the bird.
land and water, both finally, calmed down,
resolves to address the troubling question:
“am i who i am?” echoes the island.
wind and ocean answers in unison:
“a tiny plot of land, blessed by the gods,
but with one’s hands, an island has emerged."