What’s this I see? An island? White sand?
I cautiously swim forth and step foot on the land.
Turning to the sea, I bid a fond farewell,
For back upon land, is where I mean to dwell.
The days are long and lonesome, be solitude my friend?
For thirst I find water, to my needs I attend.
The days are peaceful and sun drenched,
My life becomes entirely entrenched.
I see rescue? A boat in the far yonder?
Fire a signal lit, to shoreline do I wander.
A rowboat encroaches bringing shouts of salutation,
I am afloat, buoyed by elation.