Swiftly the sheep and donkeys run with ease
A humble people knew not pride nor greed
The sun is strong but pleasant with a breeze
A refuge and a peaceful sanctuary
The silence spoke with wind then stillness came
Come escape the world of wasteful worry
In ancient soil put to rest your pain
The storm it came without any warning
Blue sky turned grey and sun changed into rain
Across the island swept a grave mourning
The healthy died and able became lame
A paraide does not exsist on earth
Despite great beauty dwells with us a curse.
