With the first rays of sunlight the sea slides towards the creamy sand

liquid glass always taking yet giving back.

Between its churning froth daybreak smiles

her image reflected back in the sea’s mirror.

I am nestled between gnarled driftwood

wooden memories of days standing tall

bearing fruit and providing shade for the forest.

Behind me living green beckons

punctuated by hoarse and challenging calls

softer when younger, bellicose when strong

they swing in the canopy overhead

somersaulting and reveling in their dexterity

Steps from the beach I pass beneath them

a colorful target for their morning amusement.

Laughing I run the gauntlet of nuts and fruits

pelting my path to return to our jungle bungalow.