Shores of golden sands, cyrstal clear waters
sheltering multicoloured forests of corals
palm trees and coconut palms rustling in the ocean breezes
gazing upon verdant green isles

my homeland beckons to me
the tall majestic canopies of the rainforest
towering above the moist sweet smelling forest floors
the shrill calls of the lyre birds n raucous voices of the parrots

we miss the open vast plains
the never ending deserts, of shifting sands
scorpions and lizards basking
under the blazin sun

oasises of beautiful blue cascading waters
tumbling over ageless rock forms
all of this is my homeland

hopa©Feb'98
 

"Memory of the Trees"