I just wrote these
Don't know if I will have a chance!!

Swift, choppy ocean,
Washing up colorful shells,
Kids splashing about.

Strong builders nailing
Sheltering, safe strawgrass huts
Protection from rain.

Beautiful blue sea,
Mothers show their shy babies,
Whispering softly.

Smooth, tender green leaves,
Blossoming soft pink flowers,
Leaving fragile seeds.

Magical island,
Isola is it's true name,
Full of mystery...

Pebbles in the tank,
Fish swimming happily too.
Strange mystery eggs,
We may get fish that are new,
The magic fish may be near.

The small tribe of mine,
Works to find its only food.
The guiding hand helps,
But we still may not survive,
Help our small village to thrive.

A baby is held,
By a nurturing parent.
Soon to be a child.
The parent shows the baby,
The ocean the waves, the sun.

Isola is pure,
Isola is magical,
Some do not survive.
Villagers co-operate,
And lend eachother a hand.