I can hear the wind rustle through the tree, hear the birds busy at work, pecking on the ripen fruit, hear the thud of one of the fruit as it hit the ground. I walked out to the tree, the birds scattered in every direction, a symphony of squawks, I shook the tree, nothing fell. I needed to get the short ladder, damn it, too early for that, but I wanted that sapodilla. I got the ladder stretched out, picked one, sat on the ladder and took a bite, oh what creamy sweet, heavenly taste, what a way to start the day, clear skies, cool breeze and a sweet, sweet sapodilla.
I see her laughter glide across the milky way.
Single lines of different colours
That explodes into orange
And now the skies look like orange sherbet
When I hear you laugh
I see an explosion of light on Pluto
Stars combusts across the sky
Breathing while laying at the bottom of the sea
Walking across a lake’s surface
Running step for step with an albino Buffalo
Stand amidst a battlefield and bring peace
Stand at Heaven’s gate without having to die
Sing and it echoes across the continents
Fall asleep, and dream I did all those things
Somewhere, the ocean looks like the stars had fallen from the sky
And you feel the urge to wade in it
Swim through the sparkling ocean
Walk out glittering in the moonlight
Feeling like the man who lit up the world
And lead lost souls to their final destination
From the ocean looking, lights bounce off the dark water, like a rainbow exploded against the night sky, like god spit millions of skittles on the island, like natures own parade of the bands on carnival day, making shadows dance against the blue purple skies, each colour as beautiful as a note on a steel drum.
When the revolution of the blue skies over the grey skies occurs, the early morning sun shines pale orange on the ocean, and the green leaves, and the yellow fruit, and on the red mud. Life begins with the scent of nutmeg, cinnamon, and cocoa. The sounds of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen, the splash of water ads the neighbor takes a bath in his yard, a car horn somewhere in the village, fading soca music from a mini bus. Rise and shine, its another beautiful day on the edge of the rainforest.