My home

I am grounded,

Feet in the sand,

Waves crashing, trees rocking back and forth,

The glimpse of butterflies, birds, blue bottles, turtles and crabs.

Colours overwhelm my sight,

The wind, like a soft hand of a loved one brushing over my skin.

The sunrays are velvet,

They shine effortlessly through the trees,

Leaves fall, racing against the beams,

Landing on a delicate, patch of flowers,

They look back to the sun, feeling pretty and priceless.

Tree after tree, smooth, rough, and stripy,
Flower after flower, soft, smooth or spiky,

Waves after waves, the sound clean and messy

I find there is beauty in each.

Rumble, crumble, grumble,

The oceans shakes its body,

the great vast ocean swallows me up,

As well as the sight of special world,

Filled with unique colour and species.

This is where I call home.