I stand before a deserted island. I see the water dazzling. The waves look like white horses galloping to the rocks on shore. CRASH!! The foam looks like webs spreading across the sea. I follow the whispery voice of the waves towards the golden, bright sand. I frolic on the teeny, weeny specks of the sand. I look up at the sky. The trees whistle like the tui’s calling. The sun is as bright as the beautiful moonlight dazzling in the night sky.