The Island

Dear Diary,
Swaying gently, the palm trees move to the beat air. The leaves were like green lettuce in harvest. Beneath the palm trees, were the rich, tough and sweet grass. Coconuts lay lifeless as skulls. Behind the palm trees was a deep, thick forest. The sea was illuminated by the ruthless heat of the sun.
Pitylessly, the sun hit you like it was telling you to get out of it's land- I wish I could. Glistening peacfully, the water - transparent - let's look at the shining little fishes,moving swiftly. Dreadfuly, the black cave echoed, however, there was nobody there to make the noise.
Sea gulls flew silently above like an eagle searching for it's prey. However, there was no rain coming and sea gulls normally make a noise. Well not on this island!!!