Like nowhere else

Christmas Island, the ultimate getaway.
Forget about life, push people away.
The sand rubs between my feet.
Kids scurry for hidden treasure, down six metres deep.
Soft on the inside, rough on the outside, coconuts fall high,
Same as the stars, bright in the midnight sky.
The birds chirp light and – kaboom! - the waves crash
As tourists slurp big brand drinks and crabs get smashed.
The moist air defines the classic tropical life
A better feeling than making winnings out of dice.
The dying sunset makes me mellow
and paints the sleeping flowers yellow.

My tropical Island
Like nowhere else