from a stalk
came a bright
robust tree
I rest there
by the sweet
coconuts
having found
what I lost
embracing
high diving
into pools
of nectar
pushing through
walls that had
never grown
the doom fades
but appears
accepted
YOU ARE READING
The Isle
Poetrywhat is a man to do when his secret haven is ravaged by a true force of nature?. Based on the tribe form of poetry
