Unknown

A field of purple flowers sway in the morning breeze

Underneath the ever watchful eye of the warming sun

The field surrounded completely by an impenetrable jungle

With shadows of trees reaching forever upward and outward

Eery unspoken dreams whispering through the leaves

Towards the jungles edge and nearing the white sands

Soft and untouched, the sand slopes gently to the shore

An ocean of unrelenting waves roll and beat onto this tiny island

Ships have never set sail upon the undulating ocean

No footprints have ever left their mark in the white sand

Trees have not been climbed, dreams have not been heard

The purple flowers' scent is unknown, these flowers of my mind.