On the Island of Polar,

I witnessed seal-hunters gliding 

Through oceans of moonlight 

as still as writers’ block.

On the Island of Geo,

I saw frenzied fields of envious emeralds,

forcing light to dance like a ballerina.

On the Island of Tuhtan,

I heard weeds cry manically

Drowning in the dessert’s scorching heat. 

On the Island of Celeste,

I felt the Sun and Moon clash

endlessly on a sea of stardust 

as Chronos viewed from above.

On the Island of Apriprana,

I hear rampaging rivers roaring throughout 

The jagged jungle of the wild as leaves 

Whisper to lost explores.