NAtuRE

we HAve NEitheR sUMMER nOR WiNter

NeITheR AutUMn nor SprING 

WE haVE iNStead tHE dAYs

WHEN the GoLD sUN ShiNES on The LusH greEN CAneFIelds-

MaGNIFiCEnTLY.

The DAys whEN THE raIN bEaTS LiKE bullets on the ROofs

aND There IS NO soUnD But tHE sWisH of WAtEr in the 

gullies

And Tress struggling in the high jamaica winds 

also there are the days when leaves fade from off guango trees.....

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