A pulse that never ceases;
the world is alive.
A creation alive like you and me.
Each morning the light sparkles
as the palms wave, look ,
look they point toward tomorrow.
Overhead the clouds gossamer white
fly to the mountain, and darken
to sacrifice themselves to give
the rain to quench the parched
sugar cane. The whole island waves
blue green in unison with the sea.
It waves, as the palms whisper
I love you. Come home to me!