The wind blows softly,
By a quiet Sunday morning.
The leaves are dancing
In the air gracefully.
With rays of the sun,
Caressing my skin softly,
Alone, I sit under a tree
To write my thoughts peacefully.
Young and free,
Surrounded by coconut trees,
Alone, I sit with my diary…
I sit by the Caribbean sea
To confide in my friend.
A blank sheet...