The view of the island is fascinating and breathtaking, I listen to the sound of birds filling the balmy air, as I lift the drink bottle up to my chapped lips. I take a long, desperate sip from the bottle, the cool water is refreshing for my parched throat, and I give a sigh of relief and satisfaction. I take a look at my surroundings, there are birds fluttering above my head and trees blooming from every angle. I gawk up at the birds, not daring to move a muscle, in case the birds fly away. Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the air followed by repetitive shouts and shrieks... I sigh, the birds have flown away, But suddenly, another flock of birds swoop across the sky, and as they cross my head I gaze up, dreamily caught in my imagination once again...