Emerald Island A tropical, island-scented breeze, Caressed upon the mellow seas, Alive with blue-green emerald waves, Which crashed upon the bejewelled caves, Upon the island thrived, exotic and lush, A jungle alive with verdant brush, And many a resplendent creature, Which was a beautiful feature, But that was a hundred years ago, And this is it today, as legends go; The water, which once was crystalline, Now is a murky, awful green, The blooms of summer meet their death, The creatures take their final breaths, The luxuriant forest canopy, Is nothing but a fantasy, The trees that were once a lot, Are scarce and most have started rot, The air is thick, and reeks of dread, The Enerald Island now is dead.
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