It's the only one I know
The one I was born to here below
This terre ferme I live , rotating to and fro
Beckons me to cherish, wherever I go
Presented as a gift; from your womb I came
Time and again, gave me life, knew my name
On you I spend every waking moment
Soon I'll fall asleep, totally spent
In your firmament above and below
This earth is cradled, so much you show
Your presence in the air, waters grand and fair
Asked us to love you, just live here with care
I know of no other but you, who sustains me
No place or another, I'd rather be
Yet for all the beauty, though somewhat marred
Your trauma has made me scarred
My time here in your embrace won't be long
Before I truly start living, as smoke I'm gone
No more to smell, taste, touch, hear you
My years with you are but a few
Will we allow you time to heal
Is it too late for us, crying to appeal
To look at the only world that we know
You're the only love I truly have, here below
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.