As the ocean breaks
And palm trees sway,
In the peaceful morning
Of a new day,
I sit and listen to the black birds’ 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 winter’s 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 can’t 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.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 10:15 PM UTC
As the ocean breaks
And palm trees sway,
In the peaceful morning
Of a new day,
I sit and listen to the black birds’ 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 winter’s 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 can’t 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
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