The Island of Lemurs (Madagascar)
A Shakespearean sonnet on the unique evolution and red clay of the Great Red Island.
Apart from all, a world within a world,
Where baobabs reach up like roots in air,
And secrets of the ancient East are furled
In forest depths where lemurs leap and stare.
The red clay bleeds into the turquoise sea,
A bridge of spice and Austronesian tongue,
Where highland mists and mountain spirits flee,
And tales of pirate kings are loudly sung.
Though forests fade beneath the hungry flame,
The spirit of the fady lingers still,
An island soul that no one else can claim,
From coastal reef to high and jagged hill.
A splintered piece of Gondwana's old heart,
In nature’s gallery, a work of art.
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