(Three hundred fifty days.  I have very little to say.  Day 350…)

Only Heaven knows about this treasure.  Love you like rain in the desert…

The most vital treasures are below the surface
I feel the shift in your world.
Beneath the ocean
Continents move
There is where lost cities are held

Strong lungs are necessary
To survive the pressure
I relieve it
A little
Or a lot
At a time
The fire that burns while surrounded by water
Lets me know your volcanic island is not for any inhabitant

But I’m not any inhabitant
I’m not lost on your shores
I can cause your small piece of land to erupt into paradise