The magical whispers of a cool summer breeze drift over the bay,
The sun retreats beneath the tranquil waters,
Leaving this world teeming with life,
Shrouded in a pink hue.
When one crosses the bridge onto the Island,
Nature, in all her beauty and wisdom, puts on a show,
One can be healed body and soul,
By the Birch, Pine, and the winds that do blow.