The blood of
Giant dragons
Has left it's mark
Coursing through
My body cleansing
And refreshing life
Lip smackin- yes- so
Am I not lucky
To live in a world
Of true tropical gifts
From the earth
From nature
From soulful trees
From sun and rain
And from the whispered
Mother spirit
That provides such things
Blessing me each day….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Geoffrey, what a name for a fruit, I must admit that the look of the fruit may put off someone who does not know what lays beneath its skin. Well written as always.