At the end of the world there forms an array of islands
Each of which bathes in the heat from the sun's shine
while the breeze off the water sways the palms in silence
and the waves on the bleached shore form coastlines

In the distance, the small islands shelter the light blue horizon
And upon a narrow gaze, the water is flooded with dye
Fish and coral erupt with colors that glisten like diamonds
Separating the decorated ocean from the painted sky

I take a step onto the sandy land but before I can take another
I am greeted with a warm breeze that smells of salt
and my eyes stare at the bleach white foam off the water
Leading me to a world of tropical beauty with no halt