The River Color Island

I never knew such a island existed.
It began as a horror story, but no one listened.
I was alone and my hope had died.
My tears willowing inside of me.
I never though it had come to this,
but the island was too beautiful and magical
to let my tears despise the wonders of its pure water.
Now it's gone, for no good nor evil can destroy
the wonders and the magic of this island
and its pure love from the colored rivers as one.
Now this island is in a world that can never be destroyed,
because it is the river colored island.

by Shontel Zamora