GUYS PLACE

In Guys place, is where I want to be

A world so secret that nobody can see
Its wonders and wildness, engulfed by trees
Of St Martin

 

Leaves of tropical beauty, so serene and pretty
Greens of all colours, in different shapes and sizes
Home to sweet birds, singing crickets
A tropical jungle, varied extremes
Such wonder, A sacred castle
In St martin

 

Singing night birds, echo distant years
Through to eternity. Sound therapy.
Piercing vibrations of natural beauty
Heals my mind
I inhale the cocktail
Of leaves with scents, so strong
And blended into one
I breathe life

 

A passion fruit plops to the floor
In front of me
I open its sweet fruit
With seeds that crunch in my teeth
I am in heaven
Sounds of waves
Below crashing onto the rocks
Is background music in this paradise
On the hills Of St martin

 

A lizard sits still and looks at me
Tells me he has seen me
As a fellow living being
Nature at its best
To forget the rest
Amazing

Catrina Jones.