Thursday 4 December 2014

Rarotonga

In the beautiful world where the trees blow there is a country called Rarotonga.
In Rarotonga the water glistens and the coconut palms shake happily in the breeze.
Walking along the beach, the sand pushes itself between my toes while the water gently rolls over my feet.
I feel the heat of the sun on my face.
The green grass shines in the sun while I walk along the beach.
The leaves above me break away and drift on to the ground.
The ocean wind pushes against me as I force myself to keep going. I open a coconut and see my reflection in the wavy milk.
I sit on the beach and watch the sunset make the sky glow bright yellow.

Beautiful Rarotonga