On the island of Tanzanite

I saw puffy clouds that have the shade of

lavender it was so pretty

That it can make you fall asleep like a rock.

On the island of amphibians

I overheard frogs croaking in the

Distances you can even hear the leaves dancing,

Bushes waving and flowers spinning

On the island of citrinin

I touched sharp edges of the giant clusters

the trees were rippling with colours of orange. Even

the beach was infected with citrinin.

On the island of cuisine

I consumed fresh fruits from around the world

From strawberries from Japan, plantain from Africa

And many more.

On the island of scents

I sniffed lovely aromas and some that have a horrible stench

the fruits smell like sweets created from the best of the best,

the sea smells like salted caramel but with lots of sugar,

the elegant flowers have the smell of honey from the best farmers in the world.

On the island of mousses

I stroked miniature-mammals

Running with their

chubby little legs