Here is more than paradise. Flowers grow so that the people could smell them, the water plays it’s currents so that the people could hear them, the sky dances in color so that we could see it. Trees are lined on vertical cliffs and with their roots hanging loose floating in the wind. They stretch down at ease towards the beaches that warm your skin with volcanic rock instead of sun. You wake up with the earth and sleep to let the moon live the night in her beautiful solitude. Here you are not human but you are animal. Respect means survival on this island. Open arms create community and united the land flourishes painting skies orange, sands red, oceans white and people brown. Clouds hang onto branches and the sun blooms because of the fruit and flowers that wake up for their first breath.

Here I dont have to write poems to live out my own stories. Instead they are constantly manifesting silently in front of me.