"Island"

All alone in the middle of the ocean, waves crashing wind howling. The sky is blue, laced with clouds, how did I get here? In the middle of the ocean, with nothing but a few wind torn trees and moss covered rocks. I am an island; a large rock really, piercing up through the ocean's clear blue plain. I stand alone, sturdy, solid, and somber. My brother, a larger, more menacing island is away in the distance. He makes me look like a hermit crab next to the mighty grey whale which swims in these very waters. Just across from both of us is land, a much larger and most impressive cousin to us. Land spans many miles, sometimes thousands. It has valleys and plains, mountains and gorges. Land has been dominated by strange, silly creatures called humans. I have only met a human once, he came out on his little boat and tied it to a rock on my north side. He wandered around, sat for a while, looked at the sun and left. He was very small and akward, an unimpressive species. I have been here for years, boats whirling around me humans coming and going. I will stay here always, sturdy, solid, and somber.