An Island Paradise Poem by DM W

Surrounded by a shallow coral reef,
Lies a lime green island garden; in the midst
Of turquoise ocean. Its pure powdered beach
Is strewn with parched light brown palm trees & quaint huts.

Hear the sound of the surf; see neatly tendered crops.
Here fruit gatherers, farmers & fishermen abound.
Their core belief's Uropa meaning: 'To give thanks'.
To Godhead supreme. They adore the holy ground
Of ancestral spirits & the whitened realms of
Coconut milk; part of Nature's myriad gifts.
Everyone shares in Life's rich harvest.Like bold doves
These natives sing radiant songs of love. Then they shift
To offer quirky nose kisses for the tribe's chief!
Hear the roar of the waves in the silvery night!
Smell the scent of seaweed mingling with roasted fish!
Watch the meeting of the Elders by candlelight!

Morning arrives with warm ocean breezes;
All ages emerges from diamond dust dreaming;
Thirsty for pineapple juice that seizes
The senses: an elixir so refreshing.
They float on rafts, canoes on cloudless days.
Wide eyed, they taste the salty sea fresh air;
And soak up the sun's streaming saffron rays
They laugh and shake the wetness from their hair.
Next, prayers are sent for sweet brotherhood and
Sisterhood. Gleaming razor shells are blown
To summon acolytes to service: hands join hands.
Afterwards, the natives are free to roam.

This tribe is so serene & self contained.
On their flesh, natives paint rainbow colours.
The stars are their guides: & sun, moon & rain.
They are Heaven's children; Nature's scholars.
Nurtured to spear fish and capture sea birds,
Their primal blissful beauty is beyond words.
No crude capitalist could value its worth.
O this place is truly paradise on earth!