Island

The ground

is shaking.

My home

starts to collapse.

Intense fire

fills the vicinity.

The magma

is too hot.

I can no longer

bare the burns.

I'm hurt.

What is the purpose of this flame?

The waves,

however, are still here.

They are constant.

They've never left me

and I’m saturated

with their divine

aroma.

The magma

encounters the water

and begins

to cool.

I'm relieved.

What was the purpose of this flame?

From the magma

was born a rock

and then soil.

The ground

is developing.

Green

is forming.

Flowers

are growing.

Land

is yielding

fruit.

Was this the purpose of the flame?

The flame

strengthened

the foundation,

enabling me

to support

all life

that depends

on me.

This was the purpose of the flame.

The ocean

and I

embrace

for eternity.

The water

keeps me

still

enabling me

to build up

flowers

and yield

fruit.

This is the purpose of the flame:

to create,

strengthen,

and enliven

the Island.