Inspire

Inspire by Weston Gregory When the sun comes from the east Shining its beauty through the leaves, I'm so inspired by what I see. Its way though not easy to say I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom. I smile at the monarch butterfly choreograph loops, and laugh in this lazy afternoon I all but spy its spectrum hue and am left mesmerize by its hovering on the west bound horizon too, Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of gloom, on its fading from sight on Negril west end soon As if wishing on a dream Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes our nature predicts tomorrow Whether serendipitous or nightmarish horror. Response well to a global hallow a prayer; Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning, When the sun comes from the east Shining its beauty through leaves.....