Tropical paradise fans its greens at me,
draws me so teasingly out with camera to play;
too modest usually, I let my ego go
to freely compose with total control the frames.
Sun knows its among my favorite subjects
and extends its rays for me to pose;
I do bow in reverence, low to the ground
before immortally storing gifts so graciously bestowed.
Magnolia waves, knowing her place in my heart;
I practically skip over, slip under her glossy canopy,
excited for her next batch of pre-petal tepals
to be rebirthed into another spring.
Palms sway, brushing the blue above
as wisps of white clouds lightheartedly swirl in;
some days were simply created perfectly
by The Greatest Artist and so selflessly gifted.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise