DESERTION

An island, surrounded by blue water,
Lies flank'd by peaks; natures fair daughter,
It's banks jut out of the water so cold,
The trees sport colours of orange and gold,
Here flowers peep out fro, behind the gray rocks,
Sharing their home with the loon and the fox,
As the sun sinks down behind the mountains;
It's last rays glint off of the fish's green fins;
The glowing red sky is quite a fine sight,
Before the dark blanket is pulled, and it's night.

Written by Richard Hale