Silence all around me 

And it comes from deep within 

That’s what is known as peace 

It surrounds me 

One cannot buy it and it’s not for lease 

A calm that’s so serene 

A scent of orange blossoms so keen 

Wouldn’t you like to live in a place 

Where one is surrounded by beauty and Grace 

Where the streets are named 

Orange, Lemon and Lime 

Pineapple, Coconut; a true find 

Mango and Palm help to bind 

The Rosemary district with all its herbs 

Of basil, Lavender, nutmeg, cinnamon 

All seasonings and flavorings so superb 

If you doubt that these roads exist 

Google me; there’s a list 

We’re off Fruitville Road 

Where one will find our white abode 

Nestled with climbing fuchsia fired flowers 

Bowered with power 

The old Southern Oaks line our pathway 

Climbing to the sky 

Becoming a fusion of a green umbrella 

When the Sun is hot and high 

This land my magic Healer 

A true Soul feeder 

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