Washed up on a shore,
awakened all alone,
no buildings or people,
no huts of grass or stone.

Looking all around,
in the glinting sand,
bits and pieces of my boat,
waves carried to this land.

Do I sit and cry,
or gather what I can,
I must answer quick,
I'm the only one who can.

So I choose quickly,
to see if I can survive,
but I want to do more,
even alone I want to thrive.

So explore my island jail,
to see what is here,
fresh water spring found,
hogs, and some kind of deer.

Rats and seabirds too,
live upon this rock,
if they can, I can too,
I refuse to ever stop.