This is the gathering place
for the birds
in the coconut palms
the ferns, orchids,
and monstera leaves.
Their trilling
a welcoming song
calling to me
to join them,
to hear the siren song
inviting me to come
to the islands
and feel the gentle
trade winds
breathe across
my cheeks.
In my imagination, I'm cooling off. Where do you go to cool off? Can you make up a place, serene, where you can relax and be cool? can you write a poem about your place?
