Washed up upon the shores
Of imagination stranded on
The island of desolate illusion
Alone without a care of the
Worlds confusion I awoke
To find myself there on the
Beach of loneliness washed
Out by the seas barrage
Of unending waves in an
Attempt to wash away mans
Pollution of everything including
The air I ran free of the
Intrusion of an educated
Mind only to find myself
Questioning those things
I did find amongst the peace
And tranquility which nature
Had defined as being of
Her own making