Emerald Island

A tropical, island-scented breeze,
Caressed upon the mellow seas,
Alive with blue-green emerald waves,
Which crashed upon the bejewelled caves,
Upon the island thrived, exotic and lush,
A jungle alive with verdant brush,
And many a resplendent creature,
Which was a beautiful feature,
But that was a hundred years ago,
And this is it today, as legends go;
The water, which once was crystalline,
Now is a murky, awful green,
The blooms of summer meet their death,
The creatures take their final breaths,
The luxuriant forest canopy,
Is nothing but a fantasy,
The trees that were once a lot,
Are scarce and most have started rot,
The air is thick, and reeks of dread,
The Enerald Island now is dead.