The Perfect Island
Fog fills the air every morning. It had rained the night before on the surface. As the island woke up so did the people. The children are encouraged to get an early start before they form bad habits. But at times, these habits have already been formed.
The Eastern part of the island wakes up far earlier than the west. At times it seems like they wake within minutes of each other. That is only because the island is small. The island's size doesn't stop it's people. At the end of the day, they are all happy with their life.
The currents of the sea matches the giggles of the children as they play by the shore. A fire lights up their faces. The sound of a flute blends with the drum. Villagers dance around the fire. Sugar cane and oranges are mixed into a juice in which they joyfully drink.
The island provides everything the people need. The weather keeps them happy year-round. Not once were they cold from chilly nights. Not once were they hot from heated days. They don't have to grow their fruits nor do they have to care for livestock. The island provides everything they need.
Joyful howling rings through the island when the sunsets. Curious animals join in the fun. Red to Purple. The size of a bean to the of a tree. Animals of all shades and sizes.
Varieties of fruit and vegetables fall from the tress and roll of the vines in which they were made. "Oh how we are blessed with such a wonderful island." The people shout as they feast happily. Grateful for the one who found the island. No terrible memories fill their minds. Only joyful memories that bleed with perfection are remembered.
How could they be blessed with such perfection?
