Where the wind whispers
on the pirate island,
we hide our ill-content,
a few bad decisions, and dreams.
And the green tells me
life wants to be living -
to push through the topsoil,
and come to this, our path.
There we may walk carefully,
in wonder, worry, and want.
We walk and wake the secrets below,
Every old thing bound to new.
Fauna plodding forward,
plundering the sky and seas,
fiercely forging a breath -
the space to cry 'sanctuary'.
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