In a place called time of purest fun
All was one, and loved by One
Where the sea met the sky
All looked up, under an all seeing eye
Earth held us in her freshly grasped
Lived here happily, no questions asked
Bearing it all without a mask
We joyfully worked, it was no task
Worlds looked in, to catch a view
We were every where, not just a few
At a place in time where all was new
Come see with us beyond the dew
A place where love was always new
Pleasures, where all I do was loving you
The world was what we always knew
No sting of sorts, dare broke through
Mist hugged us, for it never rained
Life was enchanted, never knew what pained
As children beneath covers on their beds
Listened, as we read what's in our heads
In a land of days and nights
Where fairy tale legends dressed in lights
We wondered what it would be like
Transported into scripts on wings of flight
A place we'd wish that we could stay
Not take on wings and fly away
A world havng left, now misses us
No one here to truly trust
Then we remembered, as we reclined
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.