Jamaica Mornings

I left the usual deep impression on my pillow
And open my windows to another Jamaica morning
Wet grass between my toes
Sweet to the touch
Dewdrops collecting on coco leaves
Sweet to my taste
The echo of roosters crowing and the chirping of birds
Sweet to my ear
The fragrance of gardenias tantalizes
Sweet to my nostrils
The sun rays replacing the darkness and the clouds
Sweet to my sight
Awakening my senses
Routine---just another day in paradise
It sweet me mon!