Return to Paradise

By Mary Mills

Grateful am I for grass beneath my feet Since I have known the concrete canyons Of the world’s great cities; Grateful for friends, since I have sensed The loneliness that lurks on busy sidewalks, In great hotels and tall apartment dwellings Luxurious but impersonal.

Glad am I for the music of a bird Calling at dawn outside my window; Thankful for the wide stretch of sky, The sunlight on the palms, The tropical, rich blaze of colour, Deep blue of water, white of curling foam And luminous cloud, the hills, the harbour — Home of more loveliness Than human eye can note or tongue express.

. . Deep blue of water, white of curling foam" as exempli fied by this photo of Sigatoka's sand dunes.