There upon the blue horizon,
A green speck is seen.
It has been,
A few months assailing.
No curse, no news,
Only me upon the sea told to be a graveyard.
With a dinghy
And a flag with no skull.
I am safe upon first arrival.
Though now, I wish to find a mate.
True and loyal.
I venture through the forest
Thick and thin.
The world a hazard,
The sounds a grace.
Chirps and rushing water.
I halt, footsteps amidst nature.
None the sound of Animal,
But many a sound of man.