The island'S sand

A decade here,
I smell the the fragrance of the dwelt air.

I am going to miss this refuge
Crying became a task, huge.

I wish not to
Though I wanted to.

For the happiness I found
Had silenced my crying sound.

I wish to take this beauty
Which my eyes observed as a duty.

I wish to take the pure water
Which soothes and makes better.

I wish I take this soft sand
That greases hope on my hand.

My bid is to take a thing
That may read everything.

As I leave this hope full place
Just in case....just in case...

I need to remember
The land  that took me a member.

The ship is now leaving with a loud clamor
I relished the comfort of humor.

In my hand... I took the sand
To rhyme my saving Island.