Rainbow

We find reds like copper with each turn of a surprising corner, on cliffs as dangerous as they are 

enchanting.   

Blacks of lava in centuries past, eruptions that can still be heard if you allow silence to reign.

White of your expansive beaches, soothed with the wind's glamour.

Scent of tropical perfumes, under the yellow carpets of flowers decorating all ears. 

The green tones of the planet, condensed in the oval miles of this island,

intertwined with each other, trapping in them the chords of a ukelele, in the density of its song.

Blue that is electric, and turquoise, and transparent

in each whole observing the sea that shares its world,

of colorful fish, reflecting the warm rainbow of each evening,

waving in the rain, mixing with the humid breeze of the sea,

more vast than ever,

and the orange explosion that will later paint our goodbyes.