On the island of terror,

I heard the whistles of night howlers getting closer ,

I felt the most anxious feeling ever felt,

Like being chased by a bear. 

On the island of oak trees,

I heard the sound of a squirrel’s favorite food dropping,

The sound of weeping willow trees blowing in the cloud shifter 

And the sound of crackling, old leaves. 

On the island of dreams,

I touched the feeling of the super soft clouds in a dream,

As I lay down I knew I would never leave the island.

On the island of coconut trees,

I caught sight of 10 coconuts dropping at numerous times,

Like very big raindrops bouncing on glass, on a wet day.