Is this a dream? A hallucination! An Illusion!
Is this Beelzebub's magic-mystic-mirage fusion?
Is it a paradise? Nirvana! Stratosphere! Heaven!
Am I in a psycho-physical eerie cloud seven?
I found mangoes, papayas, bananas, and limes.
Rose, lily, jasmine, plumeria, and anthuriums
Parrots, crows, toucans, turacos, antbirds, and manakin
Aren't all these enough to tell me that it's at home I'm in?
Crystal clear is the sea I see in calm wave-less motion.
That seems as though in eternal dispute with the ocean.
Changing colors like actors in a play, changing costumes
Immaculately clean and smells as though mixed with perfumes.
Grand twilight at the rising of the sun and its setting
Seemed classical painting of divinity projecting
I felt the flora and fauna fit my feelings so well.
I stayed there for a long time, forgetting heaven and hell.
Categories:
turacos, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme