As the ocean breaks And palm trees sway, In the peaceful morning Of a new day,
I sit and listen to the black birdsβ songs Of joy and life That do not long For the freedom they already have.
The birds back home sing a different tune, They chatter and screech to fill the gloom And damp dark chill of a winterβs noon, (at least to me that is)
But as I sit here by the beach, Feeling the calmness and the peace Of this wondrous, quiet space, I canβt help but to grin,
For to be where the people are kind, And orchids smell sweet, Where the air is hot, (but a good kind of heat),
Was simply, Truly, Wonderful.
Over Spring break I went to Nicaragua, and, needless to say, it was incredible