toasted caramel skin, kissed by the warm sunshine
golden autumn leaves pirouetting down to sleep
the soaring of the birds as they take their leave
and the whispers of mother nature
as she sings her golden hymn.

rosy pink skies with cotton balls of clouds
floating to the heavens, floating to serenity.
the canopies of indigenous trees hide the treasures
that are never forgotten nor are they seen .
mother gave birth to her endless biodiversity
the biodiversity we call nature,our peace.

the soothing sound of the ocean rise and fall
as the water is bathed by the hues of sun.
the salt tingles and invades my nose
And the sands become one with my feet,
I hear the familiar calling of the place
That was made just for me, I am home.

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