On the island of autumn,

I peacefully listened to the sound of leaves drifting down from the trees,

as it painted a trail guiding me on my way.

On the island of animals,

I captured fields of racing pets,

waiting for the perfect treat.

The bone-shaped biscuit cheered  on their pet,

hoping they would win.

On the island of stationery,

I captured rulers fighting with pencils,

waiting patiently in queue for the perfect line to be drawn.

On the island of summer,

I took in the sound of waves coming to an end

as the next one followed the last,

then it repeated over and over again.