Tree and a Dove

I wake up on an island with a tree and dove indeed, 

A very large island, so I feel like a seed. 

I try to escape the island with speed, 

But in truth there's something big, something huge that I need.

Okay, more than one something; an abundance of them

A tide pool of somethings; a hundred of them

But is it really true that I need all these things? 

Do I need them to survive as a bird needs its wings? 

The first that comes to mind is a good drink of water 

And maybe a meal and a blanket, too

But I think that with all this island has to offer 

I'll just be good with the ocean blue. 

The next on my list might seem a bit abysmal

But a video game comes right to mind 

I like to think that with electricity and signal,

It would be a fun way to pass all this time. 

But is that something I need like a lung?

A bee needs its stinger, until you get stung

But once that happens, the bee quickly dies 

And it no longer needs it, a bundle of lies

So next I am thinking, what is my stinger? 

What is that thing I need to survive? 

What is my reprieve, my certain death-bringer 

A thing that matters so much while I am alive?

The answer to that is really quite simple 

But difficult at the same time

It's not really a thing, like a phone or a pimple

But a person, or persons, who can make me shine. 

The power of family, the power of love 

Is unconditional; of this there's no doubt

So on this island with a tree and a dove,

My family is the thing that I can't live without.