Island child
Bubbling up from a land I cannot see,
The clouds cast shadows on ground and sea
Across the noble down I roam
As gold boils down to its earthy tones.
The pinnacles pale, pure and proud
Are pointing westwards, guiding loud.
Behind me stands the island that I fondly call my home
Her elements have shaped me, and from her shores I’ve grown
From forests hearty and oceans wild,
I belong to this land, the island’s child