I actually wrote 2 versions of this poem, if you care to read the original draft, here it is: 

This small black rock jutting out of the ocean. Step back in time and slow down the clock. Forget about life for a while and watch the fisherman on boats flowing over an ocean of turquoise. Watch the tide pull seaweed and birds battle the wind, high up on the cliffs there’s a cave full of secrets. From mountain peaks flirting with clouds, to the trill little song of the warbling skylark - soot coloured ravens the spirits of old, what a breathtaking place this is to behold.