Madeira

Garden isle of the vast ocean shimmering.
She swims naked in celestial turquoise waves,
The stout ink of twilight effervescent in spring,
Wild in transient waters, deep volcanic caves.

From sugary white mountain tops, so high,
To lush emerald cloud forests in the vale,
Sweet malmsey wine permeates the sapphire sky,
As fishing vessels from Funchal set sail.