The oars went click-clack in the hush and the haze,
the vines appeared and made a maze.
At the centre, was a ancient oak tree,
the secret monument was the key.
A delicate crown sat on top, weathered and mossy with age.
Under the tree it was like a cage.
The floating place was far off the highland,
it was called the floating island.
by Annabel, Holly.W. and Ellen.