My Island's Highlands

There is no deer to hunt
In my island’s highlands.
No giant waterfalls.
No grisly bears, no jaguars.
No elephant herds.
But there is something else.....

There are no snowy peaks.
No immense, breathtaking rivers.
But there is something else....
Is it the mildness of the wind?
The scented breeze?
The splendid sun?

The silver nights
Softly caressing
The valleys and the hills?
Yes, yes, all of those things!
But beyond that
There is still something else....
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