B. ll

​I
 Land on
 Her island
 Traversing
 Terrain
 Sculpted with
 Precision
 From the vision of
 God
 I’m a misfit
 Unfit to bask in
 Her paradise
 For her sands are
 Untouched
 Treasures
 Unexplored
 Landscapes
 Picturesque
 Her waters
 A reflection
 Of the heavens
 Above
 Cultivated
 For love
 By a presence
 Unseen
 Encompassing
 Everything
 My
 Exploring
 Mind
 Could
 Dream