They come again And again, Sunset and sunrise. They touch her island skin With the hot red of fire, Color the waters round With the deep red of blood. Again and again The island Greets the day And meets the night, Rising steeply From her lonely roots In the warmth Of a deep, dark sea, Surrounded by waters That beat against her In pounding storms And hold her quietly In breathless calms. Through it all She endures, Sharing what she can: Some shelter On her rocky slopes, Space to rest Enclosed in the Safe harbour of her arms. Again and again Sun sets, sun rises; The planet turns Carrying the island, Again and again, Away from and toward Its blazing light.
Written by Margaret Mair Painting, original art by Margaret Mair