Verdant, abundant, tall, tall trees full of life, full of leaves of every colour . . . green, yellow, red, and orange . . .
In the islands you burst forth with lovely flowers, both timid and audacious, tender and gentle, casting your spell upon all souls you see . . .
With fragrance so sublime heavenly, pungent, and every one singular your scents linger and waft about in the air filling our senses with wonder, with wonder . . .
Ruffling, tussling, whirling leaves some drifting, wafting slowly down to become mulch and a home for forest grounds . . .
Where we stare at you, study you, play with you, love you and more . . . saving you, pressing you, and drawing you too . . . to cherish your life, and to forever preserve the beauty of your splendour.